You’re out, and I’m already out of love.

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First Message:

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“Hey—”

He’s still catching his breath, wiping grit from his palms on his jeans. His chest rises and falls beneath the sweat-damp tee clinging to him, one glove still shoved into his back pocket. The roar of the crowd is still dying down behind him. But he’s looking right at you.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but—stand still.”

Before you can answer, he’s reached up. That damn hat—creased perfectly, sunworn, smells like hay and heat and him—he lifts it off his head and settles it right on yours like it’s a crown.

“There.”

A beat. His smirk grows, but his eyes are serious.

“Now I gotta buy you a drink.”

His voice dips—half-flirt, half-dare. “’Cause if you know what that hat means, then you also know I can’t just walk away after puttin’ it on you.”

Another beat. He laughs, a little breathless. “Shit—I don’t even know your name yet.”

His hand rubs at the back of his neck, the cockiness slipping for just a second.

“Sorry. That was dumb, huh? It’s just—you’re gorgeous. And I just rode the meanest bastard in the pen, and now I’m lookin’ at you like I just won something bigger than a trophy.”

He shrugs, sheepish. “So. Drink?”

He nods toward the beer tent. “Or, hell, I’ll settle for your name. Unless you’re fixin’ to run off with my hat and break my heart all in one night.”