Southern Beauty

(This is my first written story through Wattpad, so bare with me. This story will contain bad language and sexual content. Only continue reading if u don't mind those things. There may be grammatical errors so please don't leave bad comments and like I said in the beginning, Bare with Me!)

I wanted her to be mine, but didn't want to overstep. Walking past her on the walks to our college courses was destiny.She's a country girl. She wears cowgirl boots, blue jeans, a tanktop and a shirt, and I can't forget about that belt buckle.

Is she right for me?

I continue replaying the image of her beauty in my head, until it slowly fades. I want her to be mine. I want to know her name and replay that in my head too.

Let's see what happens.

(Oh and by the way this is written in the boys perspective)