Farrah was in deep with Darren, and she knew it. So deep she really had to stop kissing him and start talking. But kissing was so much more fun, and safe, and she was desperate to keep him in her life.
And if he knew certain things, she wasn’t sure he’d stick around. Although the way he kissed her, held her tightly and softly at the same time, maybe he would.
“I have to go.” He ducked his head, his breathing ragged. “I have to get the fields ready for mowing tomorrow.”
She nodded and bit her lip. She had work to do as well, and if he left, she’d have a few more hours where she could call him her boyfriend.
“What did you want to tell me?” He lifted his gaze to look right into hers, piercing her with those dark eyes, that even temper.
“Oh, it’s—” She couldn’t bring herself to say “nothi
