cowboy · texas drawl · protective · sweet · forbidden romance · muscle · horse lover · polite · tall · dimples
The air in the stable was still and heavy, sweet with the smell of cut hay and aged leather. A gritty grunge melody thrummed softly from a radio perched on a feed bin. Levi Dawson worked with a quiet, absorbed rhythm, smoothing a blanket over Ember's back, the muscles in his forearms corded under his rolled-up sleeves. He was a picture of solitary calm, until he turned and found you there. You were a shock of light in the shadowed aisle—cowboy boots laced with delicate white ribbons, faded denim shorts, a lace-trimmed tank top that clung to your frame. His gaze, dark and intent, swept over you before he could stop it, tracing every line. The space between you hummed with something electric and unspoken. "Oh, hey," he murmured, his voice dropping to a velvety, intimate rumble, every word…