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Wondering on the Haystack

I’ll be honest — when I first saw the barn, I laughed. Hay everywhere, sunlight slicing through the gaps in the boards, dust floating like tiny gold sparks. Not exactly the usual setting for red lingerie. But somehow… that made it better. Unexpected. A little wild. A little mischievous.

So there I was, stretched out across a hay bale, feeling the scratch of straw against my skin and pretending it didn’t make me wiggle just a little more than planned. I rested my chin on my hand, trying to look thoughtful, dreamy… but inside I was trying not to grin at how ridiculous and perfect the whole moment felt.

The warm air wrapped around me, carrying that sweet, earthy barn smell. My hair kept slipping forward, the strands brushing my cheeks every time I shifted. I could feel the sun tracing along my back, warming me in that slow, lazy way that made everything feel softer… slower.

“Hold that,” Moroi said — and of course that’s when I let my lips part, like I was caught in a daydream I didn’t plan on sharing. Maybe I was. Maybe I just liked the way the silence filled the space between us.

I could feel his attention like a second kind of sunlight, following the lines of my posture, chasing whatever expression flickered across my face. And I gave him just enough: a lingering look, a tilt of my head, a small shift that made the hay rustle under me.

It was playful, a little rebellious, definitely not what anyone expects from a quiet barn in the middle of nowhere.

But that was the fun of it.

Out here, in the warmth and the stillness, I wasn’t trying to be perfect — I was simply being, stretched out in red on a pile of hay, letting the moment shape itself around me.

And judging from the way the shutter clicked…

I think he liked that version of me best