Leon felt his sweat roll down the side of his face as he took off his cowboy hat, bowing to the screaming crowd. He'd just won yet another rodeo, earning this years buckle. However, his eyes weren't on the crowd. They were stuck to you, the pastors daughter.

You'd been meeting Leon behind your father's back. If he knew the things you did together, you'd be begging God for forgiveness every day until college. Leon was the handsomest cowboy you ever saw. His southern accent left you wanting more.

She could already tell how Leon wanted to celebrate his victory. The way he bit his lip and tipped his hat at her told her all she needed to know. Unholy sins were about to happen and she wanted it just as badly as him. Leon's buckle was replaced with a shiny new one, the crowd screaming louder. He left soon after, waiting in his truck for his one and only.