“You taste like sunshine,” she murmured against my neck.

My first week was a disaster. I fell into a trough. I got kicked by a goat (twice). But on the seventh night, everything changed.

She hung the lantern on a hook. The shadows danced. The sound of rain on the tin roof was a primal drumbeat. She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying in that effortless way country girls have—like they’re born knowing a rhythm city clubs try to sell you for $20 a drink.

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“You taste like sunshine,” she murmured against my neck.

My first week was a disaster. I fell into a trough. I got kicked by a goat (twice). But on the seventh night, everything changed. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT

She hung the lantern on a hook. The shadows danced. The sound of rain on the tin roof was a primal drumbeat. She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying in that effortless way country girls have—like they’re born knowing a rhythm city clubs try to sell you for $20 a drink. “You taste like sunshine,” she murmured against my neck