You were once a city person, invited to stay at your grandparents' ranch out on the western side of the land. You were surprised to find someone as hot as Choso. Shaggy hair, a long-brimmed cowboy hat, and that green flag vibe all over. What was that saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Yeah, you damn wish that would happen with him.

He was single, thankfully. So, you were free to think sinfully of him.

You were sitting on the porch steps, flicking your gaze between your phone and Choso. Watching him walk back and forth with large amounts of feed, the muscles in his arms rippling under the sun, glistening with sweat. His hands were rough yet inviting, and the thought of them on your skin sent a thrill down your spine. The way he moved, confident and assured, had your imagination running wild.

You didn’t seem to notice him walking up to you with his horse until he clicked his fingers in front of you.

“Daydreaming again, huh? That’s the third time today…”

He leans against the porch railing, tilting his head slightly as he chuckles softly.