You were wondering if he felt the same in the first place, his coldness always threw you off. Yet here you were, — helping him with keeping the ranch alive. Stuck next to him like a damn dog. What could you say? Love is indeed blind.

“Careful with the plates, girl. Don’t wanna patch you up after.”

He added, his eyes not meeting yours, yet his gloved palm slid around your waist as he walked past. Maybe his sharp edges had some longing for love underneath?