Kisses in the Vineyard //✔️//

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Candles were alight.

The incense, rose, was wafting through my bathroom. The bubble bath, which I poured was calling my name. The smell of roses and vanilla came through my nose and all I wanted was this bubble bath. Stripping down, removing my underwear and bra, tying my hair into a messy bun, above my head, I took one foot and eased myself slowly into the bathtub.

The hot water soothed my feet and all I wanted to do is forget everything that happened today. Settling with one foot in the tub, I hopped the other foot in and started to sink into the bathtub. My body screamed at the hot water. I eased myself in, slowly, allowing my body to get use to the hot water, then eventually soothing the body.

My muscles were sore, more my legs and my ass were sore. I forgot how much riding hurt and made me sore. Maybe that or the fact that I haven't ridden Honey in about a month or so. Honey got taken care of by Jarryd, who was the stable hand in charge. He took care of the horse, brushed, fed, take them for rides or just let them into the paddock. He has his own little granny flat style house, up in the attic of the stables.

I did get to see Honey, every chance I got the visit the vineyard. Which was most weekends, not that I always had the option to ride her. But I did take her out to the paddock, brush her and feed her instead of Jarryd, whilst I was a the vineyard. I cared for Honey and loved Honey, more than anything or anyone in my life.

The music played, the candle flickered, and I sipped on my rose wine. I sipped and allowed the flavour to grow on me. I've been drinking wine since I was a child. Only sips, but I learnt a lot about wine and there differences. However, despite the fact that my family owned a vineyard, nothing could beat the classic Lemon, Lime and Bitters. That or a good beer.

I still drank my wine and spirits and soft drinks and beers, well pretty much anything I could drink and handle. Although, I did, most of the time, turn down alcohol and stuck with my Lemon, Lime and Bitters, since nothing could beat it.

The song changed, which caught me by surprise, as I was in my own train of thought. The bath temperature started to change, getting cold and my body was, well my stomach was, screaming for some food. Less wine, more food, is what my stomach was saying. I decided it best to get out of the my now more murky water than a bubble bath.

Standing up, the water moved and turned around underneath my legs. I grabbed a towel from my towel rack, wrapping it around my body, before stepping out of the bathtub and hitting the soft, cushion of the bath mat. The towel dried me as I worked my magic and gave my face a quick wash and moisturise.

I stepped out of my ensuite and headed through into my bed and heading towards my draws, grabbing a pair of fresh jeans and a knitted jumper. Wriggling and jumping, hopping from one foot to the other, I danced my way into my jeans. Sometimes it was a real struggle to even get them on, but no matter, I got them on. I ended up giving up on wearing my knitted jumper, grabbed a long sleeved black top and chucking that on.

Jogging myself out of the bedroom, I walked downstairs and headed to the kitchen, where the smell was coming from. The smell of a roast in the oven, veggies on the stove and I swear I could smell something else in the oven, either cooking or baking away. I walked into and noticed everyone standing around.

My brother, Scott stood there, arm wrapped around his fiancé, Kelly's waist, hugging and holding her tight. My mum, Sandra in the kitchen cooking away, sipping on her wine and my dad, Bruce keeping an eye on the roast, whilst chatting with Kelly's parents. My cousin Jarryd was standing chatting with Carter. I stood there in the doorway, taking in the atmosphere before me, trying to enjoy myself as much as I could.

"HAYLEY!" My brother yelled and removed his arm from around Kelly's waist. He walked over and engulfed me into one of his bear hugs. Wrapping his arms around my tiny and much smaller frame, kissing my forehead and breathed in my scent. "God, I've missed you small fry."