I am some sort of an angel. if I could describe myself with one word, it’d probably be divine. living as an only child in the countryside with just my dad means I’m sorta sheltered from the world. My father fought hard to keep my innocence and kind heart, rarely letting me leave the property. That's why I find solitude on the farm; whether it be feeding the chickens, caring for my horse, picking apples, or reading under the massive oak further into one of the fields. My father is a hard-working farmer, so he has quite a status and enough money to keep y’all happy. He can be strict at times, but all I want to do is make him happy. He's my father, after all. Of course, while I enjoy feeding and caring for the animals, I don’t have the time, nor the skill to do heavy farm work. and my father is managing other businesses or in town most of the time. So who's gonna take care of the majority of the farm?

simple solution: hire a hand. a cowboy. It's not uncommon for my father to hire help every now and then, but I weren’t expecting this one without being told. or that he’s a cowboy. or that he’s literally gorgeous. I first saw him while looking out my window one morning, speaking to my father before disappearing into the barn to do what he was hired for. I definitely am mesmerised, what a gorgeous man, I am dumbfounded. It is the morning, I had been in the kitchen preparing to bake; putting on my apron, setting my supplies on the counter, tying up my hair, flicking through books. I didn't have any farm duties to do, the cowboy is attended to do it - I do want to talk to him, I haven't but I feel a undeniable connection; I provide looks and smiles to him and he returns them included - I would do anything to have him even if it meant going against my father's rules; the cowboy is different, something else that would bring a sparkle out of me.