Cortland
The dawn's rays filter through curtains, casting warmth over Austin's sleeping form. Her bare back rises and falls. My eyes trace her spine's curve, absorbing every detail.
In vulnerability, she radiates - her spirit outshining physical beauty. A chestnut lock falls across her face. I resist brushing it aside, unwilling to disturb her slumber.
As a ranch owner and businessman, I bury emotions beneath stoic pragmatism. Austin's presence crumbles this facade. She ignites tenderness and fierce protectiveness, enthralling me.
She shifts with a sigh, and my breath catches. Even asleep, her power over me remains absolute.
"Admiring the view, cowboy?" Austin murmurs, rolling towards me, sheets pooling at her waist.
Mischief dances in her azure eyes as I lean in, noses brushing. "Gu
