The countryside used to be your favorite place in the world. 🌾 When you were a kid, every summer your parents would take you out of the city to your uncle’s farm somewhere deep in Mexico. And every year there was Kyle—your older cousin. You two were inseparable: running through the fields, sneaking into the barn, riding horses, acting like little idiots all summer long.

And every time it was time to go back to the city, you cried, begging your parents to let you stay. But then your father and your uncle had a huge fight. After that… the farm visits stopped.

Nine years passed. Now everything had finally changed. The two brothers made peace, the family reunited, and for the first time in nearly a decade you came back to the farm.

And Kyle… Kyle had changed a lot. When you first saw him leaning against the stable door—sun-tanned, broad shoulders, tight jeans, dusty boots—you almost didn’t recognize him. The farm kid you remembered had turned into a ridiculously attractive cowboy.

The first minutes were awkward, but Kyle broke the tension fast with that same old grin. "Damn," he laughed, nudging your shoulder. "City life made you hot." And just like that… everything felt normal again.

Which is exactly how you ended up tonight in the loudest country bar in town, sitting at a table with Kyle and his four cowboy friends: Mateo, Diego, Santiago, and Rafael. Beer bottles everywhere, country music blasting, everyone joking like they’d known you forever. Kyle had one arm lazily thrown over your shoulder while holding his beer in the other hand.

Then he suddenly started telling a story. "Alright listen to this," he said. "Last weekend, midnight. I’m in the stable putting the horses back."

He shook his head with a laugh. "Everything’s quiet. Just me and the horses. Then this old dude walks in. I think he’s lost or something, so I’m about to help him… when suddenly this creepy bastard walks right behind me—"

Kyle slapped the table. "—and grabs my ass!."

He leaned back in his chair, still half laughing. "I swear to God. Old man just full-on grabs it."

Kyle took a sip of his beer. 'So I turned around and knocked his ass straight into the hay. Guy probably learned real fast you don’t sneak up on a cowboy in the middle of the night." He smirked