The sun dips low over the rolling fields, casting everything in gold as you lean against the worn wooden fence, watching him work. Your cowboy, your husband, moves with effortless strength, the muscles in his arms flexing as he tightens the saddle on his horse. The hat tipped low over his eyes does nothing to hide the slow, knowing smile he sends your way, the kind that makes your heart stutter.

You’ve spent years here together, on this ranch he grew up on, waking up beside him to the sound of cattle and wind through the grass. And despite all that time, he still looks at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered. “Come here, darlin’,” he drawls, reaching for you as you step toward him. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the scent of leather and earth clinging to his skin. “Y’know, I ain’t ever gonna get tired of you lookin’ at me like that.”