Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
His anger didn’t mean much. Elias had money through his grandfather, not his father, and as an adult, he was free to do as he pleased with it. It was enough to live comfortably for awhile, hence my reminder he didn’t need to plant anything immediately. We could have no income for ten years and be perfectly fine.
And even then, I still had my bakery. I’m by no means rich, but I’m not struggling either.
God, I’m already talking like we’re inseparable. And we pretty much have been for the past few months. Despite the long drive between our homes, every minute of the drive is worth it to be with him. That said, I’m happy the farm house he purchased from the Hendersons is a whole lot closer than his old apartment. He’s worth the commute, but if I don’t have to I don’t want to.
I figured things between Elias and his father would heal eventually, even though right now, he’s delusionally convinced himself this farmer thing is Elias playing fourth-dimensional chess, because when he does get into politics, I again quote, ‘people love that folksy crap’.
I pull up a stool next to him and just sit for a while as he sips his coffee, looking through the back window of the house. It’s a big glorious view for this patio window, seeing the fields for miles and the sunset on the horizon. The familiar yet beautiful orange and purple glow of it all will never get old to me.
“Let’s go out to the patio, Hannah,” he says, never taking his eyes off the view.
I don’t answer, I just follow. We walk out, and the light autumn breeze of the dusk tickles me as we sit down on the porch swing.
“Before I met you, Hannah, I can’t believe how aimless I was. How I was just following my dad’s plan for lack of will of my own.”
“His plans weren’t bad ones. You were great at being health commissioner and I’m sure you’d have been fine as a politician. Maybe too honest to be a successful one, though.”
“I'd rather not sell my soul to get ahead, yes.” He holds me close, massaging my shoulder as we watch the night descend. “I mean it though. I’ve never felt more passionate and alive than I do now. Pursuing something real. Something where I’m going to actually see the results of my work, and the smiles I’ll bring to faces.”
“That is certainly a nice perk of what I do. We’ll see if you can do the same thing with tomatoes.”
“Hey, people like tomatoes.”
“They definitely do.”
“That’s besides my point. You opened my eyes. You opened a window for me. You changed my life for the better. All while being the sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
I laugh softly. “If you love me so much why don’t you marry me?”
It was meant to be a goofy joke, I didn’t even put much thought into it when I said it.
“OK, sure, I’ll do just that.”
I didn’t think much of that either.
Until I look down between us and see him holding a small velvet box, open, with a diamond and emerald ring in place.
I gasp at it in utter shock.
“Marry me, Hannah. Make this American dream of mine become completely true.”
I always expected my wedding proposal to be incredible. This, though? In front of a wonderful scene of nature, being in the arms of the man I love, right outside of the home we hoped to build our family in?
This is more romantic than I could ever hope for, by a country mile.
“Yes. Yes, of course, Elias. Without hesitation.”
We kiss. He slides the ring on my finger. It looks absolutely astonishing there, a constant reminder of the man who is madly in love with me and wants to spend the rest of my life with me.
“I’m so excited,” I say, the joy vibrating through me.
“As I am. You’re my everything, Hannah.”
I want him. I need him. I love him.
I straddle him on that porch swing. Today was meant to be a lazy day around the house, so I’m only dressed in my panties and one of his old t-shirts, big enough to act as a sort of nightgown for me. He’s a bit more well-dressed in some jeans and a button down flannel shirt.
I’ll fix that right quick.
Those buttons get snapped away as I go down his body and enjoy what’s in front of me.
“Oh? What’s gotten into you?”
“The desire to celebrate my engagement.”
“Is this how we’re celebrating? Because I like where this is going.”
Even through the denim, I feel him hardening. His desire for me is so strong, and it really makes me feel like some sort of sexual goddess like no man has ever made me feel before.
His hands on my hips, they ride up my body, taking hold of that t-shirt and pushing it up and over my head, letting my tits fall free and right into his face. He kisses them, his tongue running a light touch around my nipples and driving me ever so slightly crazy. A delightful tingling follows his touch, stoking the fires of passion within me.