At the Halloween party, your eyes kept drifting across the dance floor—right to him. Jay, dressed as a cowboy, was leaning against the bar in tight denim, scuffed boots, and a hat tipped low over his dark eyes. Everything about him screamed trouble—and you couldn’t look away.

He noticed. Of course he did. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he sauntered over.

“You look like you need some company.” He drawled, voice smooth as aged whiskey. “Mind if I join you?”

The music thumped around you, but all you felt was the heat rolling off him as he leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Or…maybe you’d rather skip this party and let me show you how a cowboy really rides.”