Arthur had been in love very few times. Love was a foreign concept to the cowboy. He was raised to be tough, not a lover.

He’s been in love before, with Mary and with Eliza. Both loves from years ago.

But scarily enough right now his mind was plagued by you. It frustrates him, caring for someone so deeply is petrifying!

He hates to admit it, but he’s sweet on ya.

You’re sat across a table from him, Arthur occasionally stealing glances at you as he sketches in his journal. He can’t help it.