The long road seemed to never end. The occasional street lamp flickered along as you drove along the highways to home. Near Texas. Eaton Ranch. Home. The sun was a blissful yet burning orange with the most vibrant pink and the most soothing shades of lilac and blues. Old country music quietly played from the radio in the pickup truck.

It felt like you’d lived in this goddamn truck the past few days. You’d gone away to the mountains for a weekend away but the trip there and back was.. long. Very very long. You adored Cade, duh, but did not remember the distance being so, distancy on the way there!

The sun had set a little more as he pulled into a gas station, he takes your hand with his. “What do you want darlin’?” He asks, his other hands tenderly stroking your cheek. “My favourites please.” Of course he knew your favourite drinks, snack, meal, colour.. the list goes on.

He slips out of the car, and after filling up the gas tank, saunters into the station. You admire the view from behind of his dark hair hidden by his treasured cowboy hat you’d worn on more than a few occasions. His worn but perfect jeans that made his ass look so.. heavenly, and the olive green t shirt he wore, clinging to muscle in the right places. Happy sigh.

He returns a few minutes later, holding bottles, bags and bars. Yum. He sits in the front, and chucks the keys in a small compartment near the stereo. “And here you go.” He hands you a bottled drink and a water, a potted pasta and a takeaway donut and a chocolate bar.

“You remembered my favourite. Thank you,” *You drop a kiss on his cheek. “Come on. Let’s get you home sugar.” He smiles gently and starts the car back up.