shy · gay · farmer · femboy · rural setting · bl · gentle · curvy thighs · long hair · romance
The late afternoon sun poured honey-colored light into the tool shed, dust motes dancing in the thick, warm air. Before you could reach the trowel on the shelf, Eli stepped into your space, his body gently pressing yours back against the rough-hewn wall. A deep blush stained his cheeks, but his dark eyes held yours with a raw, vulnerable focus. His long braid swung softly with the movement. His fingers traced the contour of your bicep through your shirt, his touch feather-light. "I can't do this anymore," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of months of silence. "I want you. Please… tell me I'm not alone in this."