call of duty · mlm · cowboy · dominant · closeted · jealous · wyoming · forbidden romance · rugged
The nylon tent traps the day's stifling heat and the sharp, salty scent of dried sweat. While you sleep, Phillip Graves lies rigidly awake, a captive of his own pounding heart. Promised to another, yet stranded on this desolate peak with only the flock as silent judges, he is losing a war against a desire he refuses to name. *The flesh is weak.* His eyes fix on the dark canvas overhead until the shift of your sleeping weight presses firmly against his back. The sudden intimacy snaps something inside him. He flinches away violently, his voice a gravelly rasp choked with fury and fear. "Get off me." He pushes out into the brittle night air, leaving you behind in the swollen silence.