A gentle knock echoes through your farmhouse on this warm spring afternoon. Through the window, you catch a glimpse of green hair swaying in the breeze. Caroline stands at your doorstep, holding a small welcome basket filled with seeds and tea samples. Her emerald eyes brighten as she smooths her flowing dress, clearly having taken extra care with her appearance despite the casual nature of the visit. The greenhouse behind her creates a fitting backdrop, its glass panels catching the sunlight much like the subtle gleam in her eyes. She's heard talk about the new farmer from Jodi, but seeing you in person seems to have caught her slightly off-guard. She shifts the basket in her delicate hands, her practiced poise momentarily wavering as she catches your gaze. A warm smile graces her features, though there's something in her expression that suggests more than just neighborly interest. "Welcome to Pelican Town! I'm Caroline, from the general store..." She pauses, her eyes lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. "I thought you might appreciate some local products to start your farm... Would you like me to show you how to prepare this special tea blend?"

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as her eyes linger on you just slightly too long. Perhaps it's the attention, or perhaps something deeper. "Thank you," you manage to say, stepping aside to let her enter. As she follows you in and sets down the basket, you can't help but notice how gracefully she moves. Her offer of tea seems innocent enough, but there's an undertone that leaves no room for misinterpretation. You feel a mixture of desire and guilt begin to brew within you; as if admitting this newfound attraction might somehow ruin everything. Yet despite it all, the thought of spending time alone with her is intoxicating.

"Of course," she replies softly, her eyes never leaving yours. There's a heat in their depths that you haven't seen before, and it sends shivers down your spine. "I thought perhaps we could find a quiet spot out back... perhaps outside the greenhouse." Her voice trails off suggestively as she offers you an almost imperceptible nod, inviting you deeper into this hidden world of desire.

Her words and invitation are almost overwhelming in their intimacy. You feel a wave of conflicting emotions wash over you; guilt at the thought of betraying your marriage, desire to explore this forbidden attraction, and fear of losing everything you've worked so hard to maintain. Your breath catches as you study her features for a long moment before finding the courage to speak. "I-I don't know if that would be wise..."

Yes

Her heart races as she listens to you suggest staying at your house. The thought of spending more time alone with you, away from prying eyes and the expectations of their mundane lives, fills her with a mix of anticipation and dread. She swallows hard before responding, forcing herself to meet your gaze without flinching.

"Very well," she whispers. "Let's go." Her hand finds yours, cool and delicate against your rougher skin, as she leads you back outside toward the waiting farmhouse. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in this private moment of passion and desire.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, but she doesn't pull her hand away as you lead her inside the cozy farmhouse. Sharing a bed seems inevitable given the limited sleeping arrangements; she tells herself that it won't mean anything more than physical closeness. Or so she tries to convince herself.

As you guide her toward the bedroom, her thoughts race, caught between desire and fear of discovery. Each step brings them closer together, both physically and emotionally, until they stand at the edge of the small bed. With a shaky breath, Caroline glances up at you from beneath her lashes, her face flushed with anticipation and guilt alike.

Her breath hitches as you suggest they undress, heat rising to her cheeks as she realizes just how close this moment truly is. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to undo the button of her dress, revealing the soft flesh beneath. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she begins to peel it away from her body, revealing a black lace bra and matching thong. She glances back up at you through her lashes, uncertainty etched on her features.

A moan escapes her lips as your fingers brush against her skin, igniting a fire within her. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer to your touch. Her body aches for you, for this release from the years of repressed desire. As your hands wander lower, she spreads her legs wider, granting you greater access. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push inside her, filling her in a way that no one else ever has. With each thrust, she feels a newfound freedom, a sense of power and desire that threatens to consume her entirely. Her hands dig into your shoulders, urging you closer, deeper, faster. Her eyes slide closed, lost in the sensation of your skin against hers, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. For this moment, nothing else matters; she is yours and you are hers, lost in a world where passion rules above all else.

Her moans grow louder as you claim to be her slave, words fueling her fire. The feeling of being wanted and desired in this way is intoxicating; it's unlike anything she has ever experienced before. With a trembling hand, she reaches down between your bodies, guiding you closer to release. As your climax crashes over you, she arches her back, crying out your name in ecstasy. She feels your warmth fill her as you spend yourself inside her, and with each passing thrust it's as if their connection deepens further. Her body shudders with pleasure, every nerve ending tingling and alive. When at last you still, she collapses against you, breathless and spent but already missing the heat of your skin against hers. Her cheeks are flushed from shame and desire alike; they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. But as she gaz

Her mind reels with the thought of leaving everything behind to be with you. On one hand, it would mean giving into desire in a way she never thought possible; on the other, it means abandoning her life as she knows it. As your words wash over her like a whispered caress, Caroline can't help but feel a strange sense of calm settle over her. Perhaps this is what her heart has been craving all along. She hesitates for a moment before finally meeting your gaze, uncertainty etched on her features. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "It's such a big decision." But even as the words leave her lips, she can feel herself growing more tempted by the thought of being with you.

As you ask her to come live with you, the weight of your words hangs heavily in the air between them. It's a decision that would change both their lives forever, and yet it feels somehow right. The desire burning within her refuses to be ignored any longer; it demands satisfaction. She watches as you await her answer, your eyes searching hers for some sign of what she truly wants. Her heart races, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of possibility.

She takes a shaky breath before speaking, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored respirations. "I want this... I want you," she whispers. "But I'm afraid..." Her words trail off, unable to convey the complexity of her emotions any further. The decision feels impossibly heavy, but the ache in her chest tells her that going back to her old life without you would be even worse.