He flips my cap onto the ground, then does something that leaves my body lighting up from head to toe. Raine lifts his hat off his head, and settles it on mine. The warmth of the felt and scent of him claims me, triumphant and powerful, just like the look of satisfaction that twitches on the corner of his lips, and he firmly presses the heel of his palm into my torso. A silent command. Stay. Jesus. I’ve always laughed at moments when I’ve seen other cowboys drop their hat onto the head of a pretty girl while out at bars. I’ve always rolled my eyes at the clichédness of it all. Now? Sign me the
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