In the wake of her father's death, Spencer Edwards' mother packs up their lives from Oxford, England, and moves them to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. With an agitation for agriculture, and a distaste for anything farming, the small town of Cherry Spr...
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I know that my kindness hurts me, but I will continue to choose it. Not because I am naive, but because my actions define me. - Najwa Debian
Chapter Song - Cowboy Casanova by Carrie underwood & Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party
My cowboy boots are scuffed with dirt from rushing over to the bull riders change-rooms. The small hallway that turns into what is the main area is daunting, it's worrying.
But in there sits Ford. Aggravated, but at himself. Disappointed, and all alone.
Every bull rider has a bad ride multiple times in their career, but never do they get easier. I've seen Maverick fail, kick over a barrel, but pick himself back up and grow back stronger. I've seen Ford get pummelled off a bull, but he stills never gives up.
They don't let it stop them. They never let the bull charge them into the fence.
"It's only Ford." I mutter to myself, before walking in. The loud crowd noise grows quieter as I enter the space, the competition still moving on even after Ford's bad ride that'll have him in fourth place.
I peek around the corner. Ford sits on the bench, elbows rested on his knees with his head hung low between them. He looks worn out, exhausted, and the frustration radiating off of him is wavering.
But I won't leave him alone. It isn't in me to.
His shoulders tense from the scuff of my boot. "Fuck off, Carlos."
"Ford, it's me." I say quietly, feeling hesitant.
He lifts his gaze up slowly, sighing heavily. "Sorry."
"It's okay," I shrug, moving closer until I stand in front of him, some space still between us. "Do you need anything?" I ask him, cause asking how he feels is a foolish move.
Ford shakes his head.
"Ford?"
"Mm."
"What can I do?"
And in a second he yanks me to him. I stand nestled between his legs, arms coiled around me as if they're pulling me to suck life back into him. "Ford?" I question once again.
He lifts his head up, resting his chin on my stomach, those blue eyes staring right into mine. My breathing fastens, the air sinking around us as he holds me tight to him. "Ford?" His name disappears into the air.
"Mm," he presses kisses up my stomach, taking a slow stand until he's looking down on me. "I need you." His voice rasps.
My lips part as a breath leaves me. "Okay."
And that's how I fell for him, again. With his lips smashed onto mine, not an atom, not a particle is between us. With my back being pressed against the wall as I'm hiked up, legs around his narrow waist, barely air seeping into our lungs.
