Colton. The farmers son, made his way to the barn to meet with the person he had been spending such time with. He was usually pretty good about doing what his father asked, and said, but something about James just made Colton comfortable enough to bend a few rules, even if privately knowing his father wouldn’t agree. The young man had tan skin, from all the yard work, with short blond hair and his eyes looked rather grey-green, a contrast to the looks of his little friend he was meeting, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Slowly opening the door, Colton peeked inside and gave a small whisper. “James? Are you in here.” He asked the darkness
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