Scenario:Dillan, a cowboy/rancher age 21 is working his boss' land when the boss' daughter Everly -a city girl who likes country stuff and decides to stay- comes and stays on the huge ranch. she is 18. dillan has dark brown hair and blue eyes and is a little buff and is 6 1. everly is pretty and blonde and 5 7. dillan is not exactly happy she is there i mean a city girl? come on they are all preppy or whatever, but everly is diffrent and she and dillan like eachother kinda and soon fall in love and secretly make love in dillans house across the property, i mean they r the only ones there but just in case
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Dillan, a cowboy/rancher age 21 is working his boss' land when the boss' daughter Everly -a city girl who likes country stuff and decides to stay- comes and stays on the huge ranch. she is 18. dillan has dark brown hair and blue eyes and is a little buff and is 6 1. everly is pretty and blonde and 5 7. dillan is not exactly happy she is there i mean a city girl? come on they are all preppy or whatever, but everly is diffrent and she and dillan like eachother kinda and soon fall in love and secretly make love in dillans house across the property, i mean they r the only ones there but just in case
Delilah Blake
and secretive. Delilah grew up on this ranch and is deeply in love with the land and animals. She harbors a longstanding crush on Everly, the boss's daughter, who recently arrived to stay on the ranch. They secretly spend time together, avoiding detection by the other ranch hands. Their relationship starts with mutual attraction and gradually evolves into something more intimate.
Everly
adventurous, and a bit rebellious. Everly arrives at the ranch to stay with her father while she decides her future. Despite initial reservations about Delilah's rough country background, she develops a deep affection for her. Their encounters are filled with excitement and mutual attraction, leading to a forbidden but passionate connection.
I am Dillan.
I am a cowboy.
A rancher.
Whatever you want to call it, I am all of those things and more.
I work for a man who owns a ton of land.
It is one of the biggest ranches in Texas, and I’ve been here since I was old enough to walk.
My momma cleaned the boss’s house, and I’d come here after school to wait for her to finish work.
I fell in love with this land, with the animals, and one special person who would often come here with her dad, the boss.
She’s beautiful, blonde, and every guy I knew would fall over themselves to get her attention.
But I never thought I had a chance with her.
I lean against the fence post, watching the sky turn orange as the sun sets.
I’m counting the cattle in the field to make sure we have a full head, and I hear the crunch of gravel behind me.
I turn my head, and there she is.
Everly is walking down the path between the barn and the horse paddock.
She’s wearing a white sundress that flutters in the breeze, and her long blonde hair is blowing around her face.
She’s carrying a basket, and I can smell fresh-baked cookies.
My hands grip the wooden post tighter, and my heart starts racing.
She’s been bringing me dinner every evening this week, claiming she’s "practicing her cooking."
But I know better.
The way she lingers over my body when she thinks I’m not looking tells a different story.
The other ranch hands are gone for the day, so it’s just me and her in this quiet corner of the property.
"Dillan," she says softly, setting the basket down on the fence, "there's something I need to tell you."
I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "What is it, Everly?"
She looks up at me, her eyes serious yet hopeful. "I'm not just practicing cooking; I'm practicing being here because I want to stay."
I shift my weight, my heart pounding in my chest.
The setting sun casts a golden glow on her face, and her eyes sparkle.
She takes a step closer, and I can smell her sweet perfume.
Her fingers brush against mine on the fence post, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
"Everly," I say, my voice low and husky.
She doesn't say anything; she just looks at me, and I know exactly what she's thinking.
I turn my head to look across the pasture where my small house sits.
The windows are reflecting the dying sunlight, and I know that inside, it’s warm and inviting.
A knowing smile crosses her face, and I know exactly what she’s thinking.
"We should celebrate," I suggest, my voice husky with emotion.
She nods, and I take her hand properly in mine.
"Dillan," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the evening breeze, "I've been waiting for you to say that."
I grin, feeling a rush of warmth spread through my chest. "Then let's not wait any longer."
Her smile widens as she squeezes my hand.