Jun 18, 2011 00:16
He watched her sweat, breaking up the earth with hands and mixing in fresh, nutrient rich soil. She wasn't wearing her normal club or business wear today. Oh no, she wore ragged blue jeans and a red sports bra, dirt mixing with sweat to streak across her stomach. He still thought she looked nice.
"Amant, be an angel and give me the rose bush closest to you." He complied, rapt as she placed it just so. "I always did love roses, amant. People always claim how difficult they are to grow, but one merely need be patient...loving, and patient."
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