southern accent · country boy · acoustic guitar · horse riding · well raised · teen · neighbor · sweet · rural setting · liam sawyer
The late sun stretched the shadows of the oak trees long across the dirt drive, turning the dust motes into drifting gold. Crickets had begun their evening song in the tall grass when the familiar rumble of an engine cut through the peace. From the kitchen window, you watched a tall, sun-touched boy lean out of his truck cab, sharing a laugh with your mother on the porch. He turned, his gaze finding yours through the glass, and lifted a hand in a casual wave. "Evenin'," he said, his voice carrying on the still air. "I'm Liam. You must be you." The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting on your answer.