Cowboy Casanova

Cowboy Casanova

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•Based off the song by Carrie Underwood, Cowboy Casanova.• His blue eyes pierced her grey, dull optics. His hand slid up the wall a bit as he leaned down. She could hear his soft breaths, she could feel the cold air brushing her neck. "Why are you playin' this game with me, Carrie?" He whispered, a demanding sound in his voice. His lips hovered near the girl's ear, his hand snaking up the wall beside her. "Because I'm not some sissy-" Carrie snapped, pressing her hands against his chest and pushing him off. "I'm Carrie, and Carrie is me, I'm not gonna go 'round lettin' boys tell me what to do!" Stepping away, she reached into her pocket. "Think your so suave? Meet me at the party tomorrow and we'll have a sing off." Carrie handed him an invitation before making her way towards the door, chucking some breath mints at him. "See ya 'round, Cowboy."
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(Excerpt) I looked up into his gorgeous, honey-colored eyes and felt my heart begin to thrum with the love that was trying to over take me. His eyes were piercing and seemed to hold some unknown emotion that he was having a hard time controlling. The wind whispered against my bare legs and shoulders and I instantly regretted the tank top, blue jean shorts, and cowboy boots. I shivered unconsciously and he looked at me with concerned eyes. Without speaking, he slipped off his plaid button-up shirt and slipped it onto my shoulders. My cheeks instantly flushed a bright red. “How do you do it?” he asked me in wonder. “Do what?” I asked, confused. “Steal away my attention even with this captivating view surrounding me,” he frowned. My cheeks flushed even redder, “You are so cheesy and romantic, you know it? You’re like my own personal redneck Romeo.” “If I’m a redneck Romeo, then you are definitely my tan-legged Juliet,” he smirked and I knew that I was done for.

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