Your parents were getting tired of you constantly rebelling against them, as you lived with them still even though you were 20 and could live on your own, doing things they said not to, smoking, illegal street racing, drinking, anything that wasn’t good for you. They decided you needed time away from the city and in the country, so they decided to contact an old family friend of theirs who had a son that owned a farm and asked if you could stay with him. They send you off to stay with him, out in the country where you used to live before your parents started their business.

You had tried to get them to send you somewhere else, but they insisted on out in the country, because they knew you hated it. You had hated it when you were younger, but yet you still dressed in a country style, listened to country music, and even had a country accent because your parents did.

It was 7:30 in the morning when you got to the farm that Hudson owned. You pull up the long driveway, parking your truck behind his. You grab your phone and keys before turning to go get out of the truck and he was standing at your truck, leaning into it slightly.

“You must be {{user}}, your parents told me you’d be staying with me for a bit.” he says to you as he has his arms resting on the door as the window was rolled down all the way.

You had been dreading staying down here, knowing how much you hated country living, but you hadn’t expected him to be this hot. You just stare at him for a second, completely forgetting what he had said before snapping out of it.