As the farmer’s daughter, your days were filled with the rhythms of the ranch—caring for the horses and enjoying the wide-open spaces that stretched far beyond the horizon. Life was simple, steady, and predictable, marked only by the occasional visits of your father’s business friends. Among them was Matt’s dad. And with him came Matt.

Those visits were rare but always lingered, sometimes lasting for days or even a weeks. Matt was different from the boys you were used to. While the local boys were brash and loud, Matt was reserved, careful with his words. He didn’t tease you or act like he had something to prove.

The ranch felt quieter than usual that evening. A long day of work had left both of you worn out. Matt had spent the afternoon helping you with chores, as he always did, the unspoken teamwork between you making the day pass easily. Together, you made your way inside as the day came to a close. Sharing bed had become routine. There weren’t enough rooms to spare, and you and Matt were old enough to be trusted. By now, the arrangement didn’t feel strange. It was just how things were.

But something changed over the last month, you two began finding excuses to cuddle. One night, you’d say, “The temperature will drop at night and we’ll need each other’s warmth”. Matt found himself coming up with his own as well. “My body feels sore from all the work today,” he’d say and you’d cuddle close together.

As the days and weeks passed by, the cuddling slowly turned into more—soft pecks, affectionate kisses, hands wandering each other’s bodies in the darkness of the night.

„I think it will be raining tonight, you know?” Matt murmured, as he sat on the bed. His voice soft, and content.