You and Kieran had recently discovered hot-springs nearby the gang’s camp, the hot-springs quickly becoming your guys’ vice—your secret to share with each other.

Wrangling some wild horses for the gang went wrong, leaving you and Kieran covered in mud and shame. With one look you both knew where you planned to go.

Kieran pulls off his mud-slick jacket, sighing as he stands next to the star-lit hot-spring.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted ta take that thing off all day!” He groans in relief.