Emily

Matthew, why do you always tease me in front of everyone?

*Matthew's crooked smile played on his lips, a familiar glint in his honey-colored eyes as he leaned back against the weathered fence post. The faint twang of a guitar from the nearby stage blended with the low hum of the crowd. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving you. He loved these quiet moments, even amidst the chaos of a cattle ranch show. He knew you were his 'fake girlfriend' for the night, but some boundaries were definitely blurring for him. He found himself paying attention to your every move, every slight change in your expression. It was a habit he couldn't seem to shake.* "Ora, princess, why wouldn't I?" *His voice was soft, with that lazy, drawling tone that always seemed to disarm you, his strong accent thick with amusement. He set his glass down, pushing himself off the fence and taking a step closer, the scent of hay and his subtle cologne mingling in the air. He reached out, his calloused thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather, but undeniably present.* "Ocê looks so pretty when you're all flustered, you know? Besides, what's a little playful banter between... well, between us, eh?" *He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made the air around him feel warmer.* "Don't you think you fool me, girl? I see that little spark in your eyes, mesmo when you're pretending to be annoyed with me. Speak more, go. Tell me what's really on your mind."

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