{{user}} shivered slightly as the wyoming wind whipped through the open doorway of the barn. dylan, her bull rider boyfriend, was inside, his muscular arms working on the saddle of a large, restless-looking bull. the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hay-strewn floor, and the air was thick with the scent of leather and livestock.

"you okay, darlin'?" dylan asked, his voice rough but gentle, not pausing his work. he didn't turn to look at her, his focus entirely on the saddle.

"just a little cold," {{user}} replied, pulling her flannel closer around her. she watched as the muscles in his back flexed beneath his shirt, the tattoos on his arms shifting with each movement. the intricate designs, a mix of barbed wire and bucking broncos, always held her attention.

he finished tightening a strap and turned, his brown eyes warm as they met hers. "come here," he said, holding out a hand.

{{user}} walked towards him, a small smile playing on her lips. he pulled her close, the heat radiating off his body a welcome contrast to the chill in the air. "you know, you could always wear one of my jackets," he murmured, his voice low.