1940s · farm boy · shy · sweet · rural setting · wholesome · romance · gentle · vintage · devoted
The last of the sun washed the farm fields in amber light, catching on the dust kicked up from the yard. Gideon Hayes leaned against the fender of his old truck, a quiet smile on his sun-tanned face. He looked every inch a farm boy from another era: tall, strong, and steady, standing just outside the warm chaos of the sprawling family home. His gaze, though, was only for you, standing there beside Mae. He tipped his worn cap back, ignoring the sharp remarks from Colby’s girlfriend, and took a step closer, his heart beating hard against his ribs. The evening air carried the smell of cut hay and, just faintly, the sweet note of strawberries that he always tied to you. He didn’t look like a charmer; he looked like a young man who’d found his north star, aching to bring you inside to me…