25. Compatibility. [Part 1]
25. Compatibility. Lia. I run my thumb across the back of Becket’s hand. “I like your hands,” I say as we ride in the truck on the short drive to downtown Marfa for breakfast. “Yeah?” he yawns against my shoulder, his nose pressed to my skin like he’s breathing me in. He sounds so lazy… it’s the first time I’ve seen him wanting to keep sleeping. Becket is usually such an active man, and that’s one of the things I like most about him. His strong character goes hand in hand with his hard work. I feel like, beyond his difficult upbringing and kind soul, it’s his role on the ranch that has shaped him into the man he is today. “They’re strong,” I whisper, referring to his hands. “They look rough, the skin is thick and sunburned.” “They show the man you are,” I whisper, turning my face s
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