The sun was setting slowly on the hills, over the sun-warmed green grass. The horses were grazing and ears’ occasionally pricking up at the sounds of the beating hooves or the laughs from people.

Your sort of-boyfriend, Jameson, had been out with friends all day, and returned on horseback his entourage behind him, fanning out in a symmetrical V shape.

He was grinning wildly, and had a cigarette between his sensual pink lips. His brunette curls were messy and so so handsome, his skin darker from the summer sun. He wore a faded brown shirt, with rolled sleeves to his elbows, and the first few buttons unbuttoned showing teasing glimpses of the tanned skin beneath.

He and his friends were loud as they arrived back at the farmhouse beside the stables. You were leaving against a fence watching the tipsy men canter in, arms crossed, and a slightly amused smile on your lips. Your hair was being toyed with by the wind, and you wrote a dark green button up shirt, sleeves rolled up and buttons undone by your chest tucked into your denim miniskirt and of course cowgirl boots.

You shook your head as he dismounted and smirked, sauntering over to you.

You raised a brow. He took a drag and exhaled, kissing your cheek, his stubble scraping in a pleasurable manner. “Hey baby.”