Countryside and love

Moving to Worcestershire from London so far the best idea of Elizabeth's life. Bought a small house, not rented. Actually bought. Nothing to do except sleep, wake up, eat, read gut wrenching, toe curling, and pussy clenching novels. Go out for a walk, try to NOT make friends with anyone. She was quite frankly in her distinguished aunt era. She signed out of toxic workplace, cheating boyfriend, and most of all, no sex life, which is thankful for considering the horrible sex she has encountered in the beginning of her relationship.

But what she did not sign up for was the drop dead gorgeous man who owned the local bakery. His long ass hair that is always tied up in a messy bun. The hands kneading the dough. The biceps flexing as he does his on and about in the bakery. The secret smiles he sends to the kids after slipping an extra cookie after the mother has clearly stated 'NO SUGAR FOR YOU' and the awkward smiles when the old ladies compliment the fuck out of him.

She came to the country with clear goals. Enjoy yourself and just yourself. No more people and men. And here she was going to the bakery every single opportunity she gets. Which is daily.