White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 23

The ride to the orchard was quiet and Wendy placed all her attention on the road ahead. A few times she made to start up a conversation but on all occasions, she found the words stuck in her throat. It was best she kept quiet as she was not sure what to say to Deacon anyway.

She had practically fled from his body nestled up to hers like a thief in the night in the late morning  when she had finally woken when more than anything she wanted to lay in the warm embrace of his arms and the sweet feel of his soft breath on the side of her neck as she bask in the memories of their love making.

That was how she wanted to refer to it. She had wanted what they shared to be more than just mind blowing encounter of sexual escapades.

The desire to lay there was almost more than she could fight but in the end, she had carefully detangled herself from his cuddle, quickly showered and fled downstairs.

She was sure now that morning was here it was going to make last night nothing more than regrets but she held no regrets. Every feeling and thoughts that came from lastnight made her deliriously happy.

She was relieved when she came to the wooden fencing with its ajar gate that led to the vast orchard. Not far off was parked pickups that were used for transporting workers and the picked apples but no one was present. She needed the distraction.

"Are you just going to ignore me?" Deacon finally asks after she parked and made to open the door of the pickup.

"Honk the horn," was all she said as she continued out of the vehicle.

With a deep scowl, he opened his door and storm around to her. She was almost to the back of the pickup when he stopped her.

"I ask you a question dammit!" he snapped holding onto her hand before pressing her up against the pickup.

The feel of her being held by him sent last night sweet surrender rushing to the forefront of her mind. Her breath became unsteady as feelings surfaced and needs started to wreak havoc on her barely in check composure.

"We need to get the lunches to the workers," Wendy informed making to push him away but to no avail. She stared at him reluctantly.

Deacon was not the guy who the opposite sex brush aside. He was the one who did the love them and keep them at bay until they are needed again, or just typically no longer of any interest to him. He gets them out of his life.

He was sure as hell not up for Wendy's treatment of indifference.

"Listen," Wendy said trying to steady her raging emotions and more so as she saw the telltale sign of her love bite on his neck, "We have no reason to be pretending now ok, so let's just get the meal to the workers so I can get back to Georgia and the plans she has for the rest of the evening."

Deacon stared at the woman who he can not keep from craving and let out a deep unsteady breath. When he spoke his voice was a harsh whisper.

"Was last night just a pretence Wendy?"

She stared at him her cheeks burning at the mention of what they shared, she glanced away and then turn eyes filled with awakened memories to his glaring and intense grey ones.

"I am not the one who bed woman for just the satisfaction," she said hoping that he would not come to realise that what she shared with him was a testament to the fact that she loved him but all that matters is her protecting her stupid heart.

"So last night did mean something."

It was said with a realisation that indicated pleasure at the prospect that she felt more than she was letting on.