Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Heavy panting, both of us covered in sweat so thick that it’s clearly not just water from the pond. We make no moves to break our embrace. A man holding his woman so closely after fucking her, seeding her, there’s nothing more natural that that.
Beyond the metaphors of nature though, I feel sanctuary in the arms of Fox. Our love has been wildly blooming these past few weeks, and we’ve spread it through the wilderness, etching our fabric in the deep forests of Evergreen Valley.
I wonder when we will be able to share our love with the people.
Because we aren’t just mammals. We’re human beings. Social creatures, with more people we love and care for than just one another. Friends, family, and so much more.
I can’t escape my worries. It feels like he’s hiding me, almost.
No. I push the negative thoughts away. I enjoy the love for what it is.
Because no matter what happens, I’m sure I’ll never forget the sheer joy and pleasure that Fox has brought to my life.
FIVE
fox
That girl has shown me so much that I don’t even know how to begin to match her knowledge.
And she’s a city girl, no less. She just visited Evergreen Valley every few weekends.
I think I have a trick up my sleeve, though.
I’m sitting on the tailgate of my truck as I’m waiting for her, another nature hike. I’m giddy with anticipation for her as I see her pull up.
Fuck, she’s so hot. I want to just take her inside and pin her to the bed and take her now. And she’d like that too.
As she exits her car though, I can sense a bit of dread about her.
Well, not everyday can be perfect sunshine and rainbows. That’s just how life goes sometimes.
Even if she is the source of my sunshine and rainbows.
As she meets eyes with me, she puts on her best face, smiling right back at me. It’s what I prefer to see, but I worry about that dour demeanor she had. I’ve never been the best at approaching these sorts of things delicately, and I really didn’t want to practice with the girl who may well be the one.
“So, you ready to take the lead, Fox?” she asks, her small hiker’s pack over her shoulder.
“Damn right I am. I’ll prove to you I’m a Evergreen Valley native yet.”
She tilts her head in concern. “You take people assuming you aren’t personally.”
I shrug. “I’ve been given a lot of shit about it. I didn’t choose to move away as a teenager. That’s all my old man’s doing.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned that. But you don’t talk about your father much otherwise.”
I nibble my lip. “What’s there to talk about? He decided things when I couldn’t. I’m still reliant on him for employment.”
Tabitha crosses her arms, pacing around me, almost ready to interrogate me. “You know folks usually have more to say about their parents if they're still in their lives. You talk about now as if it were ten years ago, Fox.”
I didn’t want to talk about this. I didn’t want to talk about how I’m doing things I don’t want to do. About how the old man is such a thorn in my side, about how he wouldn’t approve of me dating a hippie, let alone plotting to do more with her.
“Uh,” I say, looking for an adequate way to evade. “Look, we don’t have all night. Sun’s going to be setting soon. So can we punt this talk to later?”
Later, as in, fifty years from now. At least.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Fine, fine. Let’s get going then.”
I lock up my truck, grab my backpack, and we head into the forests. The ones closer to my childhood home, and not all that far from where Bear and Hawk lived back in the day. It doesn’t take long for us to get decently deep in the woods and for that old nostalgic sense of direction to kick in and guide me.
“All right, these two trees are still here, and the branches are too.”
We come to a pair of big oaks. Thick, and presumably older than even my grandparents.
“And what’s so special about these trees?” Tabitha asks with legitimate curiosity.
“Me and the boys used to hang out here all the time climbing these trees.”
“They do look very climbable.”
I put my pack down and begin to do just that. “We used to challenge one another to see who could get up the fastest. You know, as you expect ten-year-old boys to do.”
“Uh huh,” she says, watching me bemused.
I hustle up the tree. I must weigh twice as much as I did back then, but the tree holds up pretty well. “When we really wanted to challenge each other, we’d do the two-tree pull up challenge.”
She paces underneath the two of the trees, looking up at me as I literally monkey around.