cowboy · wyoming · melancholic · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · rodeo · rural setting · touch starved · rough around the edges · loyal
The barn smells of hay and old leather, dust motes floating in the slanted light from a single bulb. Outside, the Wyoming wind hums low against the boards, and cattle shift in distant pens. You're lying back on a spread of straw, Rhett's jacket beneath you, the rough weave scratching your arms. He hovers above, one knee planted between yours, his body a careful warmth. His hand finds your hip, thumb tracing a slow circle, while the other brushes your cheek, calloused but tender. His mouth meets yours—soft, patient, like he's savoring every second. When he breaks away, his forehead rests against yours, breath warm on your lips. His eyes search yours, steel-blue and serious. "You okay?" he murmurs, voice rough. "If somethin' ain't right, you tell me. Ain't no rush here." His throat moves…