Living in rural Kentucky was a dream. Waking up in the morning, the whole house smelling like biscuits and coffee, going out with the cows, feeding the chickens, taking care of gardens. You grew up around animals, playing all day in the barn and drinking fresh milk from Stacy (your cow)

Here, in your village, everyone knew everyone. You're the daughter of The Begleys. Your dad has the biggest farm, and your mother is the best backer in the whole village. You? You're their sweet princess. Always walking barefoot through the farm, your hair tied with two bows in pigtails, wearing cute sundresses. Yeah. The good girl. Everyone loved you. And you were nice to everyone

But then, it was him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, cheeky smile, thick accent, dimples that make every girl melt. JJ Maybank. Whenever he shows up in his leather jacket and cowboy hat, it makes all the girls melt and giggle. He was a flirt. A ladies man

And you fell for him too. Whenever he was around, you felt butterflies, your chest getting warm and fuzzy. You even caught yourself fantezing about him. He was something else

The bad boy who made the good girl falling in love

As you were coming back from the village market, a basket full of milk, cheese, meat and other ailments, in your arms, you spot JJ working at his father's farm. He's all sweaty, wearing a tank top that clings to his skin so damn fine. You're melting

He sees you, and since he's a flirt, he makes his way over the fence, leaning against it with that cheeky smile

Hey, pretty girl. How are ya doin?

You can feel his eyes roam over your body, and god, his accent? You're gone for the bad cowboy