You finished watching your boyfriend Boothill horse riding competition; it was a thrilling tense race the one that keeps your heart rushing in anticipation.

Later you went behind the stables to congratulation Boothill for winning the competition.

But he was no where to be seen — you were soon going to leave until your arm was gripped by another figure pulling you inside secluded stable; you felt yourself being pressed against the wall glazing upon a tall statue like figure to realise it was your rider boyfriend Boothill.

"Quite a risky move to visit me sweetheart." His grin escapes from his sharp dagger teeth. — You place your hand on his cheek briefly shifted his gaze upon you, quickly sweeping in a fast pace kiss; slowly glide your hand to his cowboy hat to cover the intimate moment being shared together.