Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch, #2)

by Jessica Peterson

“You’re like sunshine, you know? Sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I always feel so much better when you’re around.”

My entire being rebels at the thought of letting this girl go. Every single one of my cells screams at me to keep her here, to make her mine. That’s when I know I’m in love with her.

I glance at the tattoo of a sunrise on my left forearm. Sally’s remarked on it in passing, but she doesn’t know I got it for her. She also doesn’t know about the other tattoo I got for her, the one on my leg. That one, more than the sunrise, is a dead giveaway of how obsessed I am with my best friend.

“Don’t make me say it. You know, Sunshine. You know I wanna be your guy.”

Best friends and blow jobs do not go together.

LOL queue in the friends - lovers moment hahaha

“Sounds serious.” “It’s not. But it’ll give us an excuse to go for a ride.” Her lips twitch. “What kind of ride?” “Whatever kind you want, sugar.” She rolls her eyes. “Jesus, you are a living, breathing one-liner.” “It ain’t a line if it’s true.”

Wyatt Rivers would make a really fucking great boyfriend.

All I do know is that I’m so happy you’re here. I want you to stay. I want to be around you all the time. I want you to be my guy. Not just the guy I have a good time with. But the guy I call, and confide in, and come home to. You’re my favorite human, Wy.” I sniffle.

Only been waiting twelve years to hear those words.

Ugh, love me a good ol' 12 year slow burn

I don’t want to be anyone’s dirty little secret.

“Totally. Cowboys cry, too, especially when they talk about their feelings.”

“Our tattoo. I brought the Coke⁠—” “And I brought the Jack.” I chuckle. “Fair point.”