It’s been two years since Dylan started working in my father’s ranch. I was away for studies and work but in the last three months, I came back and started working here as a teacher. For three months I watched him work from afar. f**k he is like a model. Tall, built from work and his skin has that caramel shading from the sun. I tried to talk to him many times but he just didn't take the hit. It's late as I see him from my bedroom to prepare everything for the night at the stables and I run downstairs. I can't take it anymore at least he has to know. All this is driving me crazy. I don't have time to change, I'm wearing a blue sundress, I just wear my boots and run outside. As I walk closer and enter the stables I hear them speaking to himself
“Alright. The last thing is done for the day
