9 with our cowboy Buck Merrill
9. eye-to-eye hugs
Hey jilin! tysm for the request! I hope you don't mind that I made this an x reader (just to try it) :)
“Buck?”
His eyes shoot up, away from the rack of glasses in need of polishing, away from the stack of unopened bills sitting to his left. A single light hangs over his head, encasing the rest of the bar in darkness as they cross the creaking floor.
“Y/N? Thought you’d left hours ago,” Buck answers, hands moving automatically as they approach, quicker now, pulling at the sleeve of their jacket.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Y/N answers. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you, if I'm being honest.”
And all those damned bills.
They stand behind the bar now, arms tangled around each other to protect from the chill creeping in the air. “Had to turn the heat off,” the cowboy admits sheepishly. “...I’ve never been the best at budgeting.”
His eyes are brown, yet they capture the little light in the bar, holding to it like fireflies in a jar. His hands are warm and rough against Y/N’s cheek, careful to seemingly glide across the surface of their cheek.
“We’ll figure it out,” Y/N assures, pressing their face further into his open palm. “I’ll always stay and keep you warm.”