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“Have you not seen the shoulders on my neighbor? They have me in a headlock I wish was literal.”
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“You’ve been cackling deviously and breaking up chunks of coal with a seemingly limitless strength that can only be fueled by hate.”
Rude.
But.
True.
He scans me. “You also have char all over your face and bug guts in your hair. In case you’ve been too distracted to realize that.”
My stomach drops, and I contemplate throwing myself in the next pit I find.
Samson blows out a breath. “My point is: why are you here? What do you get out of helping us? Are you trying to gain trust, and—if so—why? You’re young. You have the world ahead of you. You don’t have to put down roots here just because our idiot lord suggested you take over some long-neglected farmland.” His brow knits, and he murmurs, “You have the skills and resources of a high-class adventurer. I would know. I used to be one. And…before I left that environment…I learned a lot about how those kinds of people behave. What are you after, and once you get it, when are you leaving?”
I swallow. “You want me to leave?”
His fist clenches around his sword, and he drags his roaming gaze to me. “I’d rather it not blindside everyone. These people are good people. They trust easy and we’ve not had anyone new in town since…me. I’ll help you get what you’re looking for, if I can, if it’ll get you on your way before anyone here gets emotionally attached.”
He’s trying to get rid of me.
My heart clenches at the idea of that, so I lower my attention and murmur, “Samson, I’m not going anywhere. I promise. The people here have shown me more kindness in a matter of days than I’ve received in my life. So, I’m staying. I’m staying and working hard until I can rightfully call this place my home.”
Stoic, he narrows his eyes.
“I promise I’m telling the truth.”
Turning from the dark, he approaches, and my heart shakes with each heavy step. Stopping in front of me, he lifts his free hand, cups my chin, and touches the cold blade of his sword to the side of my neck. “They are good people,” he mutters. “Am I making myself clear?”
He’s…threatening me. On behalf of the people he cares about. That is…so, so, so, so hot.
Parched, I wet my lips as my face heats. “Yes. I won’t hurt them. I’m not going anywhere.” I’m going to tell our kids about the time Daddy threatened Mommy with a sword. It will be beautiful. “I want to stay. I want a home.”
The tension in his eyes shifts before his gaze, hand, and sword drop away from me. Stretching his neck, he says, “It’s getting late. Gather the rest you want, then we’ll head up top so you can clean up in the falls before the sun sets. I didn’t make sandwiches with some of Neptun’s healing mineral salt for nothing, so we can have dinner before we both head back…home.”
I lighten, smile, and nod. “You made sandwiches?”
“I made sandwiches,” he mumbles.
“What kind?”
He brandishes his sword as a slime wibbles into the light sphere. “Cucumber and cream cheese.”
Mm. Cucumber and fresh cream cheese, I bet. Because, you know, the cows.
“With homemade bread,” he adds.
I laugh, beaming as he slices through the slime in a single motion. “You know something, Samson?”
He grunts, slinging gel off his blade.
“You could have started with that if you were worried I’d leave the Ridge behind. Even I know better than to abandon a neighbor who bakes fresh bread.” I plop a huge chunk of coal into my bag then sling the straps onto my shoulders. “Yep. You’re stuck with me now.”
Our eyes meet, half a second passing before his attention drags away again. Huffing, he starts us back toward the ladder out and grumbles, “I better be.”
He’s the hot, grumpy, secretly-sensitive retired adventurer in my favorite cozy game…
…and I’m living on the farm next door.
Ever since I found Vale of Gems, my single complaint about the game has been that its most eligible bachelor—Samson the tattooed dreamboat—is unromanaceble.
Now that I’ve woken up in his world, though, that is going to change. So long as my anxiety and his internal coding don’t have anything to say about it, I’ll romance him right into a wedding.
Problem is, the game world isn’t exactly the way I remember it. With the realism mod active, it’s as though I’m playing on hard mode, so survival might need to take a predominant position on my quest page.
And overprotective Samson might need to take me under his broad-shouldered wing.
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This is an another world, grumpy/sunshine romcom with plenty of sizzle, yet none of the spice. This is a kisses only, closed door isekai where she falls first, but he falls harder. Welcome to the world of Gem Vale.