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the basics. Don’t know what the hell to say to people, so I just don’t say anything, which usually makes them uncomfortable as fuck when I just stare at ‘em.
    Taking a couple of steps back, away from me, Lennon asks in an unsure voice, “You mind if I make breakfast?”
    “Nah, I don’t mind.” I’m not about to deny her food. I’m not that goddamn mean, but I might make her work for it later.
    “Anything off limits?” she asks quietly. What kind of question is that? Food is food. I’m not gonna label it mine or hers.
    “Darlin’, help yourself to whatever.”
    “Okay, thanks.” She turns around and walks back out the door. “See you in a bit, then.”  She says, smiling brightly at me before disappearing through the door, and that smiles hits me straight in the chest.

    I crashed on the couch last night. Not my ideal form of luxury living, but I couldn’t force myself to be a complete dick and make her sleep in the living room. So, I tossed and turned on the couch all night, and I’m paying for it now. My back hurts and my neck is stiff, but nothing a little alcohol can’t fix.
    I woke up this morning and I didn’t exactly know what to do. I didn’t want to wake the sleeping woman in my bed, so I’ve been chopping wood all morning; killing time and waiting for Lennon to wake up.
    Now she’s up and I still don’t have a fuck of a clue what to do with her. This shit is gonna be harder than I thought. Do I have to entertain her? Spend time with her? Fuck, I hope she can take care of her damn self.
    “Buck?” Lennon’s hollering like a banshee startles me and I damn near chop a toe off. Been a few years since I’ve had someone shouting for me from that porch. Sticking my head out of the shop, I holler back, “Yeah?”
    The bright sun instantly irritates my eyes. Shit, it’s bright as hell out here. Slipping my glasses back on, I walk into the yard, waiting for a response.
    I watch as she stands there on the porch, braiding her hair, fingers twisting around in that mess of dark hair as she stares off into the woods. She’s wearing a thin, long black dress that dips low between her huge ass tits. I try not to stare, but she put ‘em out there.
    “Yo, Lennon,” I address her as I walk up the stairs towards her.
    “What?” she asks, turning her attention to me. What? She’s the one shrieking from the porch.
    “What do ya mean ‘what’? You just yelled for me.”
    “Oh, right ... sorry. Foods done if you’re hungry.”
    Lennon doesn’t make a move towards the house. She continues to stand on the porch, looking out into the trees.
    “You okay?”
    Shaking her head, she chews on her lip for a second before asking, “Are these woods safe?”
    “Yeah, babe, they’re safe.”
    “Okay.”
    Turning on her heels, she walks back into the house. “Well, come on, breakfast is getting cold.”
    In the house, she seems comfortable enough. There’s a mess in the kitchen to attest to it, but it’s a good mess. It’s the kind that says someone lives here, not the kind of mess I leave that says I’m a fucking pig.
    “Buck.”
    “What?” Lennon’s back to watching me again. Something about her stare fucking throws me for a loop. Not used to so much interest.
    “Why’d you put your sunglasses back on?”
    “Habit.”
    “Take them off. I like you better without them,” she says absentmindedly, so I take the glasses off.
    “So you cooked?”
    “Yep,” she responds proudly.
    The house smells like syrup and fried meat, like breakfast.
    Washing my hands, I look over at the table and see a bottle filled with wild flowers sitting in the middle, looking completely out of place.
    “Where’d those come from?”
    “The yard. Picked them on the way back in earlier.” It’s strange as shit to see flowers in my house, but nice at the same time.
    “Nice vase.” It’s a Corona bottle, one I drank from a few nights ago. Very fucking creative. 
    “It was all I could find,” she says,