An extremely buff and slightly grubby young man stands in the doorway of a workshed or cabin. A cooler and various odds and ends are visible. He’s stripped off his plaid shirt and jeans and looks slightly overheated and kind of aggravated.
He was the closest thing I had to a brother. He was also my deepest, darkest, little secret. Those hunting trips up north? He may have been hunting deer, but all I was hunting for was a chance to get close to him. A freak storm and a tree through my truck might finally give me that chance.
Tags: friends to lovers, bisexual, hunting trip, blue collar, outdoors-type, non-explicit sex
Word Count: 6,178
EVENT: Love’s Landscapes