billy the kid · old west · touch starved · devoted husband · emotionally available · munch · clingy · irish american · historical fiction · romance
Rain hammers against the ranch house windows, a grey veil sealing the warmth inside. Billy stands in the doorway, clothes damp from his work, his gaze dark and heavy with a raw, aching need. The air between you thickens, charged by the memory of how tenderly he was roused. He doesn’t speak a word; he just watches you with a desperate, undisguised hunger, craving the press of your skin before the chill can settle into his bones.