Luke
It had been three days since Red was last at the allotment, and I was savouring the peace and quiet. She’d really set me off, and I was still confused as to why I’d let her get to me. And I couldn’t keep taking my past experiences involving a redhead out on her. It was mean and unfair. When she’d thrown dirt at me, I was tempted to throw some back. But hey, I wasn’t going to act like a kid… even if I wanted to annoy her. But something happened that I was still questioning myself about.
The way she’d leaned into me, eyes closed, when I got up close and personal in the shed led me to believe she wanted a kiss. And the crazy thing? I actually considered it. Why the hell would I want to kiss such an angry, self-absorbed person? She was not my type. The women I usually dated were quiet and gentle. I reflected on a conversation I’d had with Marcus, my best friend, the night after it had happened…
“You know what you should do, Luke?”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Have you ever heard of angry sex?”
I placed my bottle of beer back on the coffee table and stared at him, wide-eyed. “What the hell is that? You mean fuck her until I get her out of my head?”
He laughed. “Sure, kind of. It’s when a man and a woman hate each other but fuck anyway. Let me tell you, it can be amazing.”
“Are you saying I should’ve thrown her onto the ground and had sex with her?” My voice went up a few octaves.
He patted my back. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, bud.”
“Does this mean you’ve had angry sex?”
“Yep, and it can be awesome. Maybe next time you see her, you should try it. Get it out of your system and go back to planting and weeding.”
As I thought about what he’d said, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I imagined trying that with Red. She’d probably cut my dick off with a pair of secateurs. Then why was my cock in half-chub mode as I thought about it?
I headed for the bathroom; I seriously needed a cold shower. My half-wood refused to go down. I rested my head against the tiles and groaned. It was probably because I hadn’t got laid for at least two years, and that was with another redhead, my ex. It couldn’t be any other reason. And I certainly wasn’t going to have sex, angry or otherwise, with Red.
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Felicity
I’d put off going to the allotment for three days, citing urgent jobs from work. All of it had been a lie, and I hated deceiving my aunt. I think she knew what I was doing, and my cowardly behaviour had to stop.
I got up early and showered, heading down to make my aunt some breakfast. I’d just put the kettle on and had egg and bacon cooking when she appeared at the door. For now, the front room had been turned into a bedroom, and fortunately, she already had a downstairs shower room. This would make it much easier until she was strong enough to make the stairs.
“You’re up early.”
I headed over to her and kissed her soundly on the cheek. “I thought I’d make you breakfast before I go to the lottie.”
The smile that graced her lips made me feel much better about myself.
“I’m so glad. Tell me, what do you plan to do there today?”
“Peas, carrots, and broad beans in the ground. I thought I’d do some potting in the greenhouse too.”
“That sounds great. You okay with how to do it?”
I gave her my most wounded expression, which made her laugh. “Of course I do. I was taught by the best.”
She sat down at the table, and we made small talk while I finished off our breakfast.
“I see you’ve taken my advice about what to wear.” She inclined her head to my clothing.
I’d gone for an old pair of ripped jeans, a t-shirt, walking boots, and a hoodie. “At least if I fall over in the mud again, the dirt won’t show up so much on the colours I’m wearing.”
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Felicity