Busty In Barn Here

They worked in a shared, comfortable silence for a while—the only sounds were the rustle of hay and the occasional low whinny from the stalls below. As they moved the final bale into place, Clara tripped slightly over a loose floorboard. Silas was there in an instant, his hand steadying her arm.

The heavy wooden ladder creaked. Silas appeared at the top, his flannel shirt damp from the rain and clinging to his broad shoulders. He paused, his gaze catching Clara in the amber light of the late afternoon. busty in barn

"Thought you might need a hand with the last of the winter stores," he said, his voice low against the steady rain. They worked in a shared, comfortable silence for