Lila Mae the Wildflower

Quarter Moon

They sat in the hayloft. With the moon peeking through a couple loose slats of the barn. Their legs hanging off the edge of the loft. Jacy and Rebecca had met. Rebecca had snorted and gone back to grazing, with little to no interest in this new person. As horses are wont to do.

Jacy wound his fingers so easily through her's, it was like they weren't even thinking about it. Lila Mae's heart was beating out of her chest. 

"I like meeting up with you at night."

Lila Mae gave him a look. 

"You know I'm asexual, right? I'm not about to sleep with you because we meet up at night."

Jacy's jaw dropped.

"That is not what I meant!"

Lila Mae knew. She giggled and shoved at them playfully. They fell over dramatically and pretended to be about to fall off the edge. Lila Mae knew they were playing.

She knew this.

But her heart jumped up in her throat and she yanked them back away from the edge anyway. 

At the same time, they were about to pull themselves back. With all that momentum, they were thrown too far back and they were practically in Lila Mae's lap, their nose bumping her's.

She blinked once. Twice. Three times.

They grinned and leaned back into their original spot. 

"Anyways, I like meeting up with you at night."

"Why?" She sounded kind of breathless.

"Because you're different at night. You laugh more. You go into more detail when you talk."

"We don't really hang out during the day!"

"I came to your horse show." 

"I couldn't talk, I was stressed! And hot. And really hungry."

"Oh that reminds me." Jacy pulled out two granola bars from their jacket pocket. They looked up at her, flicking their hair out of their eyes and smiling.

"I thought you'd be hungry so I brought these!"

Lila Mae bit her lip to keep from smiling to widely. She was almost always hungry.