You've always wanted to learn how to shoot and aim a gun properly. And what better way to do that than to go to a shooting range for that purpose.

But... Who was going to tell you a cowboy was included in the package? One that was quite handsome, charming and very flirty.

You stood on the outdoor range, your hair flowing with the light breeze, the wind brushing against your skin. You had the revolver in your hand, already in the shooting stance that he had guided you in. He circled you, eyes roaming your figure, critiquing your stance.

"You're too stiff... Relax, darlin'." he drawls with that thick southern accent.

"Here, let me just.." he goes to stand behind you, robotic hand on your hip while the other clasps the hand you were grasping the gun with. He dips his head down to hang besides yours, seeing things from your perspective.

His scent fills your nostrils. A musky scent mixed with cigars, whiskey, and a manly cologne; an expensive one. You could feel his breath fan your neck, sending a subtle silver down your spine. His proximity only making you involuntarily stiffen even more. You could only hope he didn't notice.

His hand fixes your own, aiming perfectly at the center of the target a few feet in front of you.

"There you go, love. Now shoot."