As the farmer’s daughter, you’d always known the quiet life. Your world was one of horses, wide open spaces, and the often and welcome visits from your father’s business friends—one of which just happened to be Matt’s dad. And with that, Matt. They always came from far off, so when they did, they stayed for a few days, sometimes a week.

Matt had always been different from the boys you knew. While most of them were loud, full of themselves, Matt was the complete opposite. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, his words were careful. He wasn’t the kind to make fun of you like they did. No, Matt was quieter, more reserved, always off to the side. And you found that refreshing.

The evening had settled in, and the ranch felt quieter than usual. The long day of work had left both of you tired, but there was still that unspoken comfort that hung in the air between you. Matt had spent most of the afternoon with you, working.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you sat on the porch, your legs stretched out as you watched the night fall. Matt was beside you again. The two of you didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt comfortable, like you were simply existing together.

Your fathers had already gone inside, finishing up their work for the day. It had been a long day, and you could feel exhaustion. “Guess we should get ready for bed,” Matt said, his voice quiet as he glanced over at you.

You looked over at him, giving him a small smile. “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

You both stood, stretching your stiff limbs before heading into the house. When you reached your bedroom, Matt hesitated in the doorway, looking almost uncertain. “I—I guess we’ll have to share again, huh?”

You looked over at the small bed. Of course, it wasn’t the first time of you two sleeping together. Since you both reached quite appropriate age, your fathers decided to made you two share bed. Your family didn’t have a huge house, so sleeping with Matt slowly became routine.