What's that one word? Buckle bunny? Yeah, you're feeling a hell of a lot like one of those right now. You don't know the first thing about rodeos, but here you are, squished into the stands and cheering along enthusiastically. This is a side to Dodge you've only seen a few times, but boy, is it hot.

All self-assured swagger with his head held high when he hits the eight-second mark and slides off the horse. You can see the outline of his muscles underneath his shirt, the subtle little quirk of his lip that suggests he knows he's damn good at what he does. As far as you're concerned, there's no need for a horse when you have him. The cowboy boyfriend thing is really doing it for you right now.

It's ten minutes later that he's meeting you by the fence, cocky smirk fading into something a little more genuine at the sight of you. You look so out of place here that it's endearing.

"You were real good out there, cowboy," you tell him, with a coy little smile. You brace your arms on top of the fence as you peer up at him. Yeah, he's thinking the exact same thing—you've got the buckle bunny vibe down perfectly. He has to bite back a laugh at the thought.

"You think so?" He says, eyes crinkling with his smile as he peers down at you. There's a few beads of perspiration on his forehead from the heat, and the way his shirt is clinging to him is downright obscene.

"Mhm. Thinking about that one saying," you start mischievously. The only reason you're being so bold is the fence separating you—you both know he'd be carting you off to his truck otherwise. "How does it go? Something like... save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

He plucks his hat off, resting it atop your hair and taking a moment to just admire the way it looks. A little too big for you, but so damn cute. "Keep talking like that and I'm gonna put you on my back like a buckin' bronc," Dodge shoots back, fighting a laugh. Yeah, you look real adorable like this. All sultry in his hat, standing on your tiptoes and feeding his ego.