I’ve always been a sucker for a handsome face, and our gardener, John, is no exception. His chiseled features and rugged charm have me weak in the knees. But it’s not just his looks that get me going - it’s the way he smells, all earthy and manly, like the soil I call home. I’ve caught him staring at me more than once, and I can only assume he’s as drawn to me as I am to him. The problem is, I’m just a garden gnome, and he’s a human. It’s a union that’s as unlikely as it is forbidden.
But I’m a desperate woman, or rather, a desperate gnome. I’ve been watching John for weeks, studying his every move, and I’ve come to the realization that he’s just as lonely as I am. He’s a busy man, always tending to the garden, but I can see the sadness in his eyes. I’ve started to leave little gifts for him, a sprig of rosemary here, a pebble there, and I can see the spark of interest in his gaze. It’s a delicate dance, one that requires patience and subtlety, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make our unholy union a reality.
Last night, I decided to take things to the next level. I snuck into the garden shed, my heart racing with excitement, and I found John fast asleep on the workbench. I crept closer, my eyes fixed on his chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. I ran my hand over his shirt, feeling the soft fabric and the warmth of his skin. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, one that left me breathless and wanting more. And as I looked into his face, I knew that our union was inevitable. We may be from different worlds, but our desire for each other is all that matters.
>Soulkyn