Yee Haw Writes

Vinyl - Ryan Upchurch.

The whole house carried the wonderful scent of cinnamon and freshly baked pies and cookies. Warmth swirled around throughout the small home, the wood stove crackling quietly in the corner of the living room. Only the few scented candles lit the room and gave off a low, warm orange glow. The atmosphere was perfect, the picture of a traditional thanksgiving evening after everyone else has gone home for the night, stuffed to the point they had aching bellies and a craving for sleep.

Y/N dragged her fingers across the spines of vinyl record album covers, head tilted to the side to skim over the titles scrawled on thin spines. Coming to a conclusion on just one album to listen to while she finished cleaning up was a difficult task. Just as she settled on one— Blue Clear Sky — her fiancé, Ryan walked past and picked up the record beside it, easily taking it from its assorted slot and going to stand in front of the record player. He readied it for the album and pulled it from the case, dusted it off and put it on the player.

Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 was what he set the record to, the sound on vinyl filling the room without skipping or scratching.

Ryan turned to look at Y/N, who had been watching him carefully place the vinyl on the record player since he began.

"Why did you do that?"

She looked over at the wood burning stove, at the glowing orange-ish red embers crackling and popping behind thick glass. "We've been listening to George Strait for the past six hours."

"So what? He's not bad."

"The lyrics to I Cross My Heart are ingrained indefinitely in my brain now."

"Another thing you can perform at your shows." She said with a roll of her eyes, planting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, because that definitely won't get me sued by another crooked, massive record label that George Strait signed." He smiled a little at the laugh she let out, and extended his hand just as the lyrics began to flood from the record player. "Dance with me?"

Oh, why not? She took his hand and let him lead her to the empty space in the middle of the living room. His hands rested softly on her hips, hers around his neck, as they swayed along with the music. Y/N never had been taught how to truly dance, but Ryan had patience with her and corrected her missteps by showing her how to do it instead of plainly instructing.

Soon enough she found herself engulfed in the moment, his hands on her skin, the music swirling and interwoven with the wood-and-cinnamon scented air.. oh, she never wanted this to end.

Ryan pulled her closer to him. Her cheek pressed against the middle of his chest, arms now away from his neck and repositioned on his waist. His arms wrapped her in a tight and loving embrace that she melted like butter into.

When the song came to an end, they were merely standing in the middle of their living room holding onto each other as if once they let go, the other would disappear and fade into nothingness. Ryan held, Y/N held tighter. He whispered sweet, muffled words into her hair about what she meant to him, and she smiled against his chest before pressing a gentle kiss to the exposed skin beneath her. He shivered and hugged her so close she feared she may lose oxygen, but she would rather die in his arms like this than live a life devoid of him and his love.

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A/N

Hi guys! I know, I know, I haven't updated this book in FOREVER (years it feels like and probably is haha) but finally, another update is here.

I don't know how often this book is gonna get updates, but I do know it's not gonna be as regular as Supernova Souls is, I can't do two books at one time with one update on each once a week.

Also, happy thanksgiving y'all! I hope you have a wonderful day today and God bless each of ya. I love you guys, see you whenever I decide to sporadically update again!