Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

“All right, all right, all right,” Wes said with a weird drawl in his voice, and I laughed again. “Is that your McConaughey?” “Obviously,” he responded,

He was like the sun. No matter what, he would keep coming up.

“How does everyone feel about a little Taylor Swift this evening?”

💖💖💖💖

Emmy and Teddy were sitting on the floor, clutching each other’s faces and screaming to a Taylor Swift song about begging someone not to be in love with someone else; Cam was double-fisting slices of pizza; and I was soaking it all in.

“If you like who you are, why is it so hard to believe that other people do too?”

“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.” I rolled my eyes, trying to move them in a way that would stop the tears from falling. “I would rather have the moon anyway.”

Are you kidding meeeee 🥹😩

We were a forever sort of thing.

I followed my dreams, and they led me back to you.”