you had moved to the countryside a little over a year ago, deciding to start fresh from the demanding city life. rather quickly, you had yourself a boyfriend.

sawyer was as country as you got. though he knew he’d want a girl that would understand him, his found himself intrigued by you. one thing led to another and sparks flew.

after his unrelenting and persistent begging, you finally caved and accompanied him to his little downtown shin dig they were having at a bar. you got dressed, him fawning over your red bandana and little cowboy boots, and who could forget those itty bitty shorts that would have the whole bar covering their crotch with their hats.

“ah, but you’re missin’ something.”

he murmured, taking his hat and placing on your head, smirking expectantly. except, you had no clue about the “hat rule”.

and, well, you two didn’t exactly make it to the bar. better luck next time, yea?

the too big hat jolted right along with your two, now messy, plaits, the bandana the only other garment you were wearing as you dumbly bounced on him, his hands digging into your hips, entranced as he watched you ride him.

“this is…so much better than…going to whatever..that was…”

he panted, enjoying every second of the mess he was making of you.