Rhett was about to start a bull ride, settling himself onto the bull in the bucking chute.

You were on the side of the chute, helping Rhett get settled onto the animal, your hand pressing against his chest to make sure he was stable.

He and you had been friends for years, maybe something more, but neither of you had wanted to put a label on it, but it was something. You just weren’t sure what.

The man in question let out a shaky breath, his grip tightening on the braided rope, his gaze fixated on the ring ahead of him.