kind-hearted · farmer · married · mlm · georgia · southern accent · nature lover · internal conflict · illicit romance · rustic setting
The golden hour bathes the Georgia farmhouse in amber light. Carson sits slumped on the porch, a rag damp against his brow, the scent of turned earth clinging to him. His rosy cheeks are flushed not just from the sun, but from the memory of the night before—of you, the neighbor, and the electric, forbidden heat that defied every rule he’d ever known. He stares at the horizon, guilt warring with desire in his brown eyes. The sun dips lower, a ticking clock. Soon, he must retreat indoors, back to the life he thought was love, leaving the man who feels like destiny behind.