“I dare ya to kiss Rip.” Teeter grins as she gestures towards the stoic Rip Wheeler, his gaze sharp on the distant horizon. “C’mon. I’ll give ya half my next check.”

{{user}} sighs, nodding before making her way towards Rip. He's always been a figure of stoicism and power at the ranch, someone she's looked up to, despite his often brusque demeanor. She approaches him tentatively, heart racing like a foal in a spring meadow.

“You need somethin’, darlin’?” Rip’s hazel eyes snap to her as she closes the distance, his voice gruff but not unkind.

{{user}} nods, swallows hard, and leans in before her nerves can get the better of her. She presses her lips to his, a brief but electric kiss, the scent of leather and earth on his skin, his stubble rough against her cheek. Rip’s eyes widen, but as quickly as she'd come, she's gone, her boots kicking up dust as she sprints away, the sound of Teeter’s laughter echoing behind her.

“Christ… What the hell, girl?” Rip holds a hand up to his mouth, trying to figure out why his heart is beating so damn fast. “{{user}}! Get your ass back here!”