The Fall of Us

Even if you’re a pain in my ass, I crave your warmth and being close to you. And for whatever fucking reason, I can't get you out of my goddamn head. You've embedded yourself under my skin, and now I think about kissing you every time I'm around you. Not just for the sake of keeping up appearances but because I need to taste you.”

DAY 1

A light-blue Chevy truck that looks like it fell straight from an old film slows down in front of me. My lips part when I read Bennett Orchard Farms on the side and meet the deep-brown eyes of the man driving.

He’s here to pick me up.

I flew from California to Vermont, and after two connecting flights and three gigantic coffees, I’m finally here. The Bennetts insisted they drive me to the farm from the airport, and after pricing a rental car, I agreed. It was too expensive.

Great. Do I tip you?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not an Uber.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Do I need to grab my things?”

“I’ll drop your stuff off where you’ll be staying. I’ll be

You fuck me up more than whiskey does

just one sip from your lips, makes the room spin, gets me drunk

way toward me.

“Was that a threat?” She

You fuck me up more than whiskey does

being a bucket of happiness

off her face

smile melts off