Jean Kirstein (Cowboy AU)

The sun blares down on Jean's back, pulsing with the beat of his pounding heart, cheeks red like Strawberry Wine. July is only getting hotter, and reprive won't come 'till September, when he'll be called back to school and off the farm he's been hired to work.

He's tried to make the most of it, but working dawn to dusk is wearing on him. His skin is tanned with the summer's kiss, a pretty bronze complimenting his honey eyes.

God, it's hot. He wipes his hand across the nape of his neck, sweat coating his palm. He's still got the whole lower field to plow, and the trees don't cast long enough shadows to save him from the heat.

He should cut his break short. The quicker he can get it done the faster he can move on to the next thing. He turns the key in the tractor, and it breathes to life. But he stops, leaving it in park, his eyes trained over the hood. Walking from the farmhouse, in shorts and a tank top, is {{user}}, the farmer's granddaughter. She's holding a glass of sweet tea