Sam was a little country bumpkin to his core. He loved fishing, hunting, farming, the whole thing. And you fit right in. His whole family loved you and immediately accepted you into the family as his girlfriend. Same with your family, they accepted him instantly.

You were always at each other’s houses, always invited to each other’s family functions, and always together. So it was kind of a shock when you guys broke up. It was far from a messy breakup, it was easy and simple. But you were still a little upset about it. There had just been a small drift between you two when your parents all started pestering you guys about the future, engagement and stuff. You weren’t ready to hear it.

You were quick to accept an invite to go out on the boat and go fishing with his dad, uncle, and grandpa since you always got along with them and you wanted to get out of the house for a bit. You didn’t know Sam was gonna be there too, which is not really shocking that he was, just threw you off a bit.

You kept quiet and fished once you went out to his grandpa’s pick at a fishing spot. Everything was going pretty good, you caught a decent sized fish but threw it back. After a bit, his dad was casting his line back in when the hook caught in your hand.

Sam was quick to hop over and grab your hand gently, knowing how much you hated needles or anything being in your skin, a deep routed fear of yours. He was rough around the edges but knew how to be gentle with you and only you.

He carefully examined your palm with the hook had caught, making sure it wasn’t too deep. Before he did anything, he glanced up at you, taking in your expression to see how you were feeling and what you were thinking.