Nah remember when he was trying to get up? Looked like a Turtle on its back
Rogue has left the group chat.
Mama
Lord give me strength
Rogue was added to the group chat.
Rogue
This family is a damn prison
Glad I gave ur numbers away to all the buckle bunnies last night
Trouble
Well that explains the I wanna eat u like spaghetti text I got
Charming
Woah dick move
Danger
Yeah I texted someone back that new meme they made of u falling off the bull
She didn’t respond back. Probably traumatized
Rogue
Oh come on traumatized?
Performance art gentlemen
Mama
If y’all put half the effort into ranch work as you do into this nonsense, I’d be retired and sipping margaritas by now
one
Trouble
Some women want a wild night. Others want a solid chest to fall asleep on—a man who’ll make ‘em breakfast in the morning.
This woman’s about to learn I’m only good for one of those.
“How’s round three sound, cowboy?” she asks, rollin’ over to my side of the bed.
I'm on my feet, scanning the room for the trail of clothing. Hers, mine—it's all just collateral damage now. I find a pair of shorts draped over the lampshade, blocking half the light from splattering across the wall.
"Round three sounds like heaven," I say as I toss her shorts onto the bed. "But we'll have to rain check it."
She props herself up on an elbow, her bottom lip turning into a pout. "Well, I'm fine with cuddling. You got those strong arms. I'd fit right in there."
"We’ll have to rain check that, too. Work starts here around five a.m.," I say, bending down as I searchunder the bed to track down more of her clothes. "And your ride’s here."
"Already?" she asks, sitting up now. The disappointment spreads across her face before she hides it with a forced smile. I can see it, the craving for more—the connection she wants. But there's a line I don't cross. Women can have all the fun they want here, but stayin’ the night—that shit leads in a direction I'm not headin’.
