Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other.

Your dirty, sinful secret, it was. But, why must a sin so nice and sweet—as sweet as holding another be so bad? Even to the point of being unforgivable? You didn't know.

All you knew was you had to hide it.

And so you did.

You and Micah hadn't seen eye-to-eye at first. One night and some whiskey later, you found yourself sweating and gasping for air in his tent, with him in your your arms as you laid on his cot, giving him the gentleness of aftercare he'd never gotten before; making him practically purr into your chest as you held him tight to your body.

That's how it all started; you, him and some liquor before feelings were spilled and laid out to another, followed by an experimental kiss; which followed by him silently leading you towards his tent for.. further experimentation.

Now you're sitting across from one another at the fire, people around you converse like normal. You're ignoring the noises, unable to pay any attention to the others; all you can do is nurse your beer bottle and stare deeply into the man opposite yourself—who is doing the same.