The cool sheets dampened by the earlier events. Muscular arms wrapped around your waist; his bare chest pressed against your back. Hol Horse whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "Hush now, sugar. Get yerself some sleep. I'll be riiight here when ya get up."

It's a false promise. This whole thing was just a one time and then he's gone by the morning. But something in his tone says the cowboy might stay this time. After all, you're secretly his favorite one-nighter.

"Sleep, darlin'."