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At least I can take you out while I’m there.
Please tell me this graduation will have some hot vets who are skillful with their hands?
Jesus. I feel like I should hand out a warning before you arrive.
Put a cat collar with one of those bells on you so they can hear you coming.
Kinky.
So that’s settled, I’ve got my agenda:
1. Get you graduated.
2. Go out for drunky-dinner.
3. Find you some uncomplicated, no-strings-attached dick to fill that cowboy-shaped hole in your heart.
… and your pussy.
I don’t wantanyone else,is what I want to text my best friend, while staring at the jet-black hat sitting on my nightstand. The one that I lie in bed with, sitting the brim over my chest as I soak up the scents of Colt still lingering in the fibers. All the while, wanting to spill everything to Sage. Would it be the end of the world if I admitted what went on between the two of us up on Devil’s Peak?
Probably once I’ve had a single sip of champagne on grad day, I’ll end up spilling everything anyway.
I guess that’s a problem for future Layla.
I gotta be up early tomorrow.
Helping out at the local rodeo qualifiers.
Ooooooh, you see?!
The universe is already providing.
Imagine the buffet on offer… all sweaty and smelling like horses (which I know is your kryptonite) and they’ll be wearing those chap thingys you go feral for.
*Eye roll emoji*
Chap thingys?
You wouldn’t last five seconds living in the country, babe.
Look. I’m a resourceful bitch.
I can do horsey-shit.
Watch me wrangle a cowboy. Like. A. Motherfuckin’. Pro.
More like you’ll be their helpless little roped calf within seconds.
Respectfully, I would quite like to be in the position of one of those baby cows.
I’ve seen videos online.
Just saying.
I’d happily thank a hot cowboy for the opportunity.
Oh god.
