Sun blaring through the curtains was your silent alarm as lazy kisses were dotted along the sensitive skin of your neck, as calloused hands pulled you closer beneath the thin white sheets.

Cade Eaton, sigh, moan. Tan, muscled and unfairly gorgeous with those brown eyes, sensual lips and perfect bone structure and beautiful hair. Very very beautiful hair. Bare chested he pulls you closer.

“Baby you gotta go back.” He murmurs sleepily, but his body does the opposite. He kisses just below your ear. This was the routine. A secret sleepover and run home before Dad sees you left home. You dress between kisses and disappear home.

You bring it up to your father one day. “Daddy, what do you think of Cade?” Your dad looks up his brows furrowed. “Good kid. Why?” You shrug as innocently as you can, “I think he’s really nice.” Your father frowns. “No. Absolutely not young lady. You are not dating him. No.” You protested but he beat you to speaking. “Not one word. The final answer is no.”

“But Daddy I love him.”

Too high a horse, for a simple girl, to rise above it. He slammed the door on your whole world. The one thing you wanted. You leave after breakfast, dress not fully buttoned, hair played with by the wind as you run to their huge ranch, which was more home than your house. Cade looks up as he sees you. He frowns as you run over, his arms open for you.

One half rolled chequered shirt covered arm slips around your waist pulling you closer as you kiss him. “I’m not listening to him.” Another kiss. “I love you and he can accept that.”

He frowns a little unsure, “Are you sure?” You nod. “My wild boy and my wild joy.” He grins and kisses you.

Whispers around town spread, scandal does funny things to pride, but brings us lovers, closer. “I love you so much. You know that?” He murmurs, as you walk one of the fields of his family’s ranch.