Barn flirt - Gemma & Orlando
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Continuation from here
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“I would totally invite you to deal with my horses for a bit, if you’re so into that, but I’m liking your body beautiful and healthy as it is, and the Deathstar is not exactly a life insurance. But yeah, I’m hoping the fence is safe from her and the other monster now. Otherwise, I’ll have to build them one of these next. In here, milady.“
After rolling the stall door close behind them, Orlando got out of his suit jacket and spread it on the soft, thick straw covering the ground of the empty den, gesturing Gemma to sit down. He chose a spot not too far apart, leaned back against the wall with crossed legs. For now. After one planter’s punch too much, he didn’t trust his radar enough to know for sure if this was going somewhere, and in such situations, he was a big fan of letting the other side take the lead.
Tomorrow night though, that was a whole different story.
“Yep. Shot poker is an old summer camp memory. The PG 13 version, of course.” He covered his eyes with his hand for an embarrassed moment, remembering the first clumsy attempt of trying out for himself if that whole fumbling and kissing thing was worth all the effort to get there. Today, of course, he knew it was the chase that made the whole thing actually fun. And after the gloominess and the suffocating boredom of that shitty last year, that woman right there was the first exciting face to awaken the hunter in him again.
“At drama school later, I think I was too busy trying to survive. Learning like 3 plays a week is hell when you’re not a fast reader. Writing the shit is far easier, it turns out, and it’s a lot of fun. But I’m free in the evenings usually, so, uh. Tomorrow at my place?” A lopsided grin curled on his lips. “We can find out together what happens next when there’s no clothes left.”
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