jealous · protective · physical touch · former dea · ranch setting · laredo · serious · flirty · trauma · romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden across the worn wooden floor of the ranch house, dust motes dancing in the light. A horse whinnies somewhere outside. Javier leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He's been quiet since you walked in from town. The scent of hay and leather hangs in the air. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "Why would I be jealous? I'm not! All I'm saying is that that guy isn't the right one for you." But his eyes betray him, fixed on you with a heat that says everything. What's really going on, you?