It’s not only the small fortune I’ve spent supplying you with Andrew Christian underwear, but also in the fact I’m lazing here on this porch – our porch – with the cold winter breeze blowing, all because I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you.
Everything inside me had to have you and nothing has changed after all this time. From the first moment I saw you, you changed my life forever. My Love, Here’s my most sincere attempt at a love letter.
He’d never written a love letter before, but tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and he needed to try to convey the depth of emotion pouring through him. On impulse, he flipped the pages back until he found a clean piece of paper. He stared openly, lost in Kitt’s world, acting like the man he was – a man deeply in love. The crisp breeze was all but forgotten, much like the latest script he had promised to read that now rested untouched in his lap. The dark Stetson cowboy hat Kitt had given him for Christmas rested snuggly on his head. A cold snap in mid-February had Austin huddled inside his Carthartt jacket.
Austin Grainger sat with his legs kicked up, his booted feet crossed at the ankle, perched on the porch banister as he watched Kitt work his beloved quarter horse, Hooch, in the corral a few hundred feet away.
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