"Thanks." I stand on my tiptoes as I stretch higher to pluck the juicy apple I saw earlier, but my height chooses to fail me this time.
"Let me," I hear him say before his body comes into contact with mine while he plucks the apple. My senses freeze with his wood and honey cologne. I close my eyes for a second to relish in it. Something needs to be done about this attraction I have towards this man.
My body relaxes when he moves away and gives me the apple. I take it and put it with the other apples inside his hat. I peer up at him from my lashes to catch a quizzical look on his face. I shrug and keep on walking.
We continue like this, picking apples and putting them in his hat. We chat about little things concerning the ranch, and it surprises me how incredibly informative he is on the
