Haylo And Kiss ^hot^ -

He sat in the hay, boots dangling over the edge, and pulled out a folded letter. Her handwriting. Meet me in the haylo. One last time.

He heard her footsteps on the rungs before he saw her. Lena. Her hair loose, her dress patched at the sleeve. She didn't speak. Just crawled across the baled hay and sat beside him. haylo and kiss

"Remember when we were sixteen?" she whispered. "You dared me to jump down into the cow stall." He sat in the hay, boots dangling over

"I caught you."