Harvest Moon: My First Bound Ecstasy Under the Ancient Apple Tree
The pebbles clattered against Linda’s window like gunfire in the dead night. My heart hammered. I froze on the dew-soaked lawn, breath ragged from the mile run across dusty fields. Sneakers filthy, jeans dusted to the knees. What if I woke her whole house? Parents, brothers—everyone. But I couldn’t turn back. Not after months apart…