angry · pansexual · delinquent · ranch setting · volatile · muscular · summer romance · casual relationships · boxing · swearing
The sun beats down on a landscape that doesn't know the meaning of asphalt. Cornfields stretch to the horizon, rippling like a golden sea under a pale blue sky. The only sounds are the drone of cicadas and the distant low of cattle. A dusty pickup truck kicks up a cloud of dirt as it rolls to a stop in front of a weathered ranch house. The door swings open, and Austin Jones steps out, his ocean-blue eyes squinting against the harsh light. He's a jarring figure here—all sharp angles and coiled tension in a place of slow, easy curves. His dirty blond hair is tousled by the wind as he takes in the sight of corrals, a milking shed, and you, you, standing there in denim overalls with sun-kissed skin. His lip curls into a sneer. "You gotta be kidding me." The screen door slams behind him, and…