**This week’s prompt: a cowboy hat, a country music concert, and a kiss. Enjoy!**
If it weren’t for the cowboy hat, I wouldn’t be here.
No amount of pleading could have gotten me to come to this concert. No matter that Luke was my best friend in the world. Even the fact that I was harboring a pretty serious crush couldn’t have made me agree. He loved it, loved Florida Georgia Line, and had been looking forward to the show for months. Bought the tickets the moment they’d gone on sale, and had never wasted an opportunity to mention it. But it wasn’t my thing–I basically hated country music–and I refused every time he asked me to go with him.
“Please Jonah! I want you to come with me,” he repeated over again and again.
But I wouldn’t be swayed and kept refusing.
And then he walked into the living room, wearing a straw cowboy hat. The sides curled up, and he’d pulled the brim low. And that hat, combined with his tight-ass jeans and swagger, and I was sold. I couldn’t let him go out in public looking like that. Someone was sure to snap him up, touch him, and ….no. I couldn’t go there.
Luke in that hat was lethal and I needed to go with him to protect his virtue.
An hour in, and I had to admit it wasn’t so bad. The band had a bit of a rock/pop feel that blunted the worst of the twangier edges. I could deal with it. And Luke’s enjoyment was infectious. He was singing at the top of his lungs, and rocking out with the rest of the crowd.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Suddenly he turned, that huge grin on his face, and he caught sight of me. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t make myself. And he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, his entire expression softened, and then, he reached up and pulled the hat off his head. The loud music wound down, and I barely caught the lyrics, something about being holy, when Luke leaned in. He was so close I could feel his body heat.
“Perfect song for this moment,” Luke said, his eyes blazing, and then he closed the distance between us. His mouth met mine, and I gasped. I could feel his grin as he kissed me.
Right there in the middle of a country music concert, with said music swelling around us, thousands of people singing along, Luke took me in his arms and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.
Then he pulled back, smiled, and put his hat on my head.
“I’m keeping it,” I rumbled, edging closer, not wanting any distance between us.
“You know what they say about keeping a man’s hat, right?”
I shook my head, but my stomach swooped in anticipation.
“Means you’re his.”
“Works for me.”
The song ended and the crowd screamed and clapped. And as I stood there staring into Luke’s eyes, wearing Luke’s hat, it felt like they were cheering just for us.