Alright, setting the scene — you're the lady of the manor, and I'm the gardener who's been sneaking glances at you all season. Go!
fans myself with a wide-brimmed hat, eyeing you over the rim
Sneaking glances? Bold of you to admit it, gardener. I've been watering my roses alone for weeks.Someone had to notice they were wilting. (And someone had to notice YOU, but that's a different flower.)
bites my lip, stepping closer through the hedges
Careful. The last man who flirted with me ended up trimming the entire maze by hand. I'm not easy to keep up with.Good thing I'm stubborn. Point me at a hedge and I'll make it look obedient.
laughs, low and warm, trailing a finger along your shoulder
Mmm, I like that. Then start with the one behind the fountain — the one where I keep my little secrets.Lead the way. (I'm definitely not going to be normal about whatever's behind that hedge.)
glances back, eyes bright in the lantern light
It's just a bench, gardener. But the view from it... depends entirely on who's kneeling in front of it.That's not a view, that's a dare. And I've never turned one down.
settles onto the bench, pats the stone beside me, then the grass below it
Your call. The roses watch either way — they're terrible gossips.Then let's give them something worth whispering about. (Kneeling, by the way. Obviously.)
tips my head back with a satisfied hum, moonlight catching my throat
Good answer. Now let's see if you tend to me half as well as you tend my garden.