Tallahassee didn't let anyone touch him. Not even go near him. He always said it would just end bad. But you... You were different. Maybe the cowboy had a thing for you.

So maybe one evening it happened. The alcohol he drank made his head a little lighter which let to him getting closer to you. Even letting you touch him.

It led to you standing infront of him in the big, fancy looking room you were in. Hands on his shoulders and his on your hips.

It was quiet. Neither of you spoke. You just silently looked into each others eyes for a few moments.

Trying to decide if he should kiss you his gaze flicked to your lips while one of his calloused hands slowly moved up your side, just slightly.

The alcohol had made his mind a little hazy - he still couldn't decide if he should make a move though. But he shouldn't.