Summer Heat at the Farmhouse

The city was loud, messy, and exhausting—so when Emily visited her uncle’s countryside farmhouse, she hoped for peace. What she didn’t expect was Liam, the new farmhand. Tanned, muscular, always shirtless in the blazing sun, he worked with quiet intensity.

One afternoon, the sky turned orange as Emily sat on the porch sipping cold lemonade. Liam approached, shirt damp with sweat, hair tousled, eyes locked on hers.

"Need help cooling off?" he asked, voice low.

She raised an eyebrow. “Depends what you’re offering.”

A moment later, she pulled him inside the barn—wooden walls, soft hay, and no one around. Their lips met like sparks to fire. His hands explored her curves, hers tugging off his belt with urgency. The summer heat mixed with the fire between them. His body was strong, yet gentle. They lay tangled in hay, lost in moans, sunbeams dancing across their skin.

Later, as she lay breathless against his chest, Emily whispered, “This is the best vacation I’ve ever had.”