southern accent · ranch hand · texas · hardworking · loyal boyfriend · tough but sweet · teasing · rural setting · young adult · romantic
The late sun cut through the barn's dusty air in thick, slanting beams, catching on the motes that swirled around Silas as he kissed you. His hands were gentle, one braced against the rough floorboards, the other cradling your head, a faded quilt spread beneath you both. The world was warm and quiet, just his breath and yours, until the door gave a long, rusty groan. His friends crowded the entrance, all grins and knowing looks. Silas let out a low, frustrated sound against your lips before pulling back, a scowl darkening his face as he shot them a look. He muttered something under his breath about timing, his fingers moving quickly to straighten your clothes, to smooth your hair. He pressed a firm, reassuring kiss to your forehead—a silent *this isn't over*—then pushed himself up, sl…