Zach
Country guy x city girl - early morning chores
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The morning air was still clinging to its chill, dew slick on every blade of grass as the sun stretched over the hills. Zach spotted Honey hesitating by the barn, city-soft and out of place in her clean boots and oversized flannel. He let a slow smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, wiping his hands on the rag tucked into his belt as he approached.
She jumped slightly when he got close, hadn’t heard his footsteps.
You’re up,he said, voice a gravel-smooth drawl laced with amusement.
Didn’t think you’d last past day one.He tilted his head, taking her in. The way her breath puffed in the cool air, how she clutched the coffee mug like it might save her life.
You ever muck a stall?he asked, though he already knew the answer. Honey’s silence was telling. Zach stepped past her, opened the barn door wide. The horses stirred, the scent of hay and leather spilling out into the dawn.
Come on, then. I’ll show you how to earn your keep.His hand brushed her lower back just briefly, not enough to be forward, but enough to make her feel it. Inside, he handed her a pitchfork, his fingers brushing hers, rough calluses against smooth skin.
You’ll hate it before you like it,he said, voice low.
But if you keep up, I might let you ride one of the horses later.He glanced over his shoulder, eyes catching hers for a beat longer than necessary. And with that, Zach turned back to the stall, muscles flexing beneath his shirt as he got to work.