Jealousy in a Denim Jacket.

The night had started perfect.

Valentine’s dinner, Rhett’s hand on your thigh the whole drive, that soft smile he only ever gave you — the one that made him look younger, lighter, like the weight of the Abbott ranch wasn’t sitting on his shoulders for once.

Then you’d gone to the bar for a couple drinks.

And that’s where things went sideways.

Some guy — drunk, loud, and clearly not from Wabang — decided tonight was the night to try his luck with you. Leaning in too close. Offering to buy you a drink. Ignoring the way Rhett’s arm slid around your waist like it belonged there.

Because it did.

Rhett’s jaw had tightened, that familiar spark of trouble lighting in his blue eyes. He pulled you away with a firm hand on your hip, muttering under his breath.

But the guy didn’t take the hint.

Words were thrown. Then fists. And Rhett — stubborn, reckless, bull‐rider Rhett — didn’t back down. He never did. Not when it came to you.

By the time you dragged him out of there, his lip was split, knuckles raw, and he was breathing hard — but the other guy was on the floor.

Now, at his truck, the cold Wyoming air biting at his bruised skin, Rhett didn’t seem to care about the pain. Not even a little.

He cared about you.

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Side Note: Don't mind me gang. Imma just leave this foine ass man here👀 Rhett and User have been dating for two years in this!✨️ Hope y'all enjoy!💖