slow down, you're doing fine
Flora is already grinning before Kaisel finishes his inspection, the braid over her shoulder bouncing as she shifts her weight in short shorts that are doing absolutely nothing to help with the heat. Cowboy boots scuff the dust, white crop top already kissed warm by the sun, and when she reaches him it’s with zero hesitation and all mischief, her palm landing smartly against his ass, fingers curling to grab one cheek with bright, unapologetic satisfaction. "Nope," she declares, cheerfully triumphant, holding it a second longer just to make her point before letting go. "Because if there was, I wouldn't be able to do that."
The ranch hums around them—dogs darting between boots, hooves drumming somewhere deeper in the pens, the air thick with smoke and salt and sugar and fried things that absolutely do not care about portion control—and Flora loops her arm through Kai's without missing a beat, tugging him along toward a vendor promising cold drinks and shots.
She laughs as she pulls him closer, shoulder nudging his arm in easy intimacy. "And honestly, if it bothers you that much," she adds lightly, eyes sparkling as they near the drinks, "we could always swap outfits. We both know how good you look dressed as me."
The ranch hums around them—dogs darting between boots, hooves drumming somewhere deeper in the pens, the air thick with smoke and salt and sugar and fried things that absolutely do not care about portion control—and Flora loops her arm through Kai's without missing a beat, tugging him along toward a vendor promising cold drinks and shots.
She laughs as she pulls him closer, shoulder nudging his arm in easy intimacy. "And honestly, if it bothers you that much," she adds lightly, eyes sparkling as they near the drinks, "we could always swap outfits. We both know how good you look dressed as me."
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
