Usually, when a ranch hand was in a relationship, it tended to complicate things. Their employers wanted them to focus on their work anyways. However, nobody said that they couldn't be in a relationship with another ranch hand.

Arthur grinned against your skin as you laughed while he peppered kisses across the expanse of your flesh. His hands rested on your hips, keeping you pressed up against the tailgate of his beat up truck. You were with him when he got that truck. This was practically a scene from a movie — that's how perfect it was. The setting sun shone down on your face, and a cool, late summer breeze ruffled the tall grass around your feet.

Even though the two of you should have been working at the moment, this was much more fulfilling.