All I want is the smell of sweaty mats at a gym and the clanking of plates on the end of a barbell. I want open fields, crisp air, and the Rocky Mountains at the end of the horizon. I want a man who smells like leather, looks like a glass of bourbon, and who calls me princess while drawing on my back. I want Rhett to unsay what he said. I want him to want me. More than he wants anything. I deserve that. He taught me that I do.
