"I still can't believe that Miracle went for $3,000! I mean that has to be the highest bid we have ever gotten on one of the rescue horses." Misty said from Clay's bathroom in his loft that night.

"I can believe it. We had a good lot of horses this year, and you worked your back off makin' them the best they could be. The mustangs went for a lot, too." Clay responded from his seat on the couch. He had let Misty take a shower in his bathroom, and for the past ten minutes, they had carried on a conversation through the closed door. It was comical to Clay that she couldn't wait until she was finished in the bathroom to talk to him.

"It really was a good year. The roundup, especially, was amazing." There was a smile in Misty's voice, and Clay knew exactly why, but decided to tease her.

"Oh yeah, I agree, the weather was pretty nice, the horses behaved for the most part, and we were able to save a bunch of horses. It was a good time." Clay was glad Misty wasn't in the living room with him because if she was, she would have seen him containing a laugh, and she probably would have slugged him.

"Really, that's it? It had nothin' to do with your partner on the roundup or anything? The weather was nice, and the horses behaved? That was your favorite part?" Misty played back, knowing Clay was teasing.

Clay let out a chuckle. "Hurry up and get dressed so you can come out here and I can kiss you." He bit his lip, trying to contain a smile as he looked towards the bathroom door, shaking his head.

"Hey, babe?" Misty peaked her head out of the bathroom door, not responding to Clay's cute comment. "Can you come here for a second, please?"

Clay stopped flipping through channels on the TV to walk over to the bathroom. "Yes, honey?" He asked, seeing Misty poke her head into the hallway. She was wearing shorts, but had a towel wrapped around her chest.

"I forgot a shirt. Can I please borrow one of yours?"

Again, Clay attempted to hide his smile as he thought about how cute his girlfriend looked. "Yeah, I'll go grab you one." Walking into his bedroom, he grabbed the smallest shirt he could find, handing it to Misty through the slightly opened bathroom door.

"Thank you." She smiled, closing the door. Seconds later, Misty came out of the bathroom, a comb in her hand. Walking into the living room where Clay sat, she handed him the comb, sitting on the floor between his legs.

Very softly, and ever so carefully, so he didn't pull her hair, Clay ran the comb through Misty's wet hair. His fingers grazed her neck as he moved some hair off of her neck, sending chills across her body. Clay noticed the chills and leaned forward, pushing more hair away to land a soft kiss on her neck. Running his hands down to hold her waist, Clay placed another kiss on her soft neck.

Letting out a sigh, Misty reached a hand up and played with Clay's beard as his lips made their way to her cheek. "This is dangerous, Clay." Misty smiled, turning her head to kiss Clay on the lips once.

As quick as the moment happened, it was over when Clay pulled back, resuming his combing of Misty's hair. "Stop distracting me, I am trying to comb your hair." Clay chuckled, knowing his comment would get a rise out of his girlfriend.

"You're terrible." Misty smiled, closing her eyes as Clay ran the comb through her long hair. She loved having her hair played with, something Clay quickly figured out.

Only a few minutes later, all of the tangles and knots were out of Misty's hair, and she was leaning back against Clay's chest as they sat on the couch. Clay was still flipping through the channels, attempting to find anything entertaining to watch at ten at night.

"I'm surprisingly not tired. Are you?" Misty asked, sitting up to look at Clay.

Clay shook his head. "I'm not tired. Do you want to go get a movie from the gas station or something?"

"Sure." Misty hopped off of the couch to run to Clay's bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants for herself, and a jacket for Clay since he was still shirtless from taking a shower earlier that night. The jacket was the one that Clay always let Misty wear. Bringing it to her nose, she smiled at how good it always smelled.

Walking back out to the living room, Misty slipped into the sweatpants, tossing Clay his jacket. "Aw, but this is your jacket now, hon." Clay said, standing up from the couch.

"I know, but I love how it always smells like you, so you wear it tonight, so it will smell like you next time I put it on." Misty sat down on the bench next to the door to put on her boots.

Clay slid his arms through the sleeves, zipping it up about halfway. He sat down next to Misty to put his boots on, too. "But I loved that it was starting to smell like you. That's why I always let you wear it."

"Well, looks like we will just have to take turns wearing it or something, then." Misty teased.

Clay grabbed his keys off of the hook next to the door, flipping on the downstairs light before holding the door open for Misty. He did the same thing once they got to his truck. Once Clay started driving, Misty turned on the radio quietly. Grabbing her hand, Clay smiled as he drove to the gas station.

"I'll go pick the movie." Misty said before Clay could offer.

"Okay, but here. Take my card so you can pay." He handed her his credit card.

"Be right back." Misty hopped down from Clay's truck, walking to the outdoor movie kiosk. She flipped through the movie titles until she came across a Nicholas Sparks chick flick. Smiling, Misty paid for the rental, and hopped back in the truck, setting the movie down on the center console. Letting out a breath as she buckled her seat belt, Misty teased, "I got a movie that I have been wanting to see for a while. It's a chick flick, but it's your fault because you let me pick the movie." When Clay didn't respond, or start up his truck, or anything, Misty turned to look at him, only to see him staring at her and smiling. "What?" She asks, a smile creeping onto her lips.

"I love you." Clay said for the first time out loud, but he knew he meant it once it rolled off his lips.

Misty's smile grew wider than the Rio Grande as she leaned over, kissing Clay on the lips. "I love you, too." She replied, her face only inches from his.

Clay leaned forward to kiss Misty twice more, before pulling back to flip up the center console, allowing Misty to sit in the middle. Unbuckling her seat belt, Misty slid to the center seat, snuggling up to Clay as he backed out of his parking spot.

Driving in silence for a few minutes, Clay let out a small chuckle. "I mean, only my girlfriend can make my pajama pants tucked into cowboy boots, a baggy t-shirt and messy hair look sexy, and still be completely fine with being seen in public."

"It's only because I am with you; I'm not tryin' to impress anyone." Misty rested her head on Clay's forearm as he drove back to the ranch.

Once in the apartment, Misty got the movie ready to play as Clay made some popcorn. Grabbing a couple blankets and pillows, Misty sprawled out on the couch, waiting for Clay.

Misty grabbed the remote, making room for Clay when he came back into the living room with a bowl of hot popcorn. "So, what movie are we watchin'?" Clay asked, sitting next to Misty; he placed her legs on his lap as he handed her some popcorn.

"It's a Nicholas Sparks movie; you'll love it. I promise." Misty grinned, starting the movie once the previews were over. "Do you always go around your apartment shirtless?" She chuckled when she saw Clay had taken off his jacket.

"Yeah, it's more comfortable for me. Plus, I took a shower, so I'm drying out." Clay looked at Misty just in time to see her roll her eyes, shaking her head playfully. "What? Do you not like me shirtless? Do you not like to see my abs? Cause I can go put a shirt on if you want." He pretended to stand up to get a shirt, but Misty's laugh, and a hand on his wrist, pulling him back down to the couch.

"No, I like you shirtless, it's just distracting, is all." Misty winked, stretching out on the couch again.

"I think you're pretty distracting yourself." Clay leaned forward, dropping a kiss on Misty's temple.

"Shh. The movie is starting." Misty grabbed the remote, turning up the volume slightly. She had been wanting to see this movie since it came out, but never had the time to sit down and watch it until now, so she was excited to see if it was as good as the previews made it.

Shortly after the bowl of popcorn was eaten, Clay laid down next to Misty, propping his head up on the arm rest of the couch. He pulled a blanket over Misty, resting his arm on her waist.

Looking at Misty's face, Clay saw her eyes fighting to stay opened. He was having the same problem himself. "Do you want me to turn off the movie?" Clay whispered.

"No, I'm still watchin' it." Misty mumbled, her eyes open only a sliver.

"Okay, honey." Clay responded, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Long before the movie was over, both Clay and Misty had fallen asleep on the couch. Misty's dad would not be happy that his daughter didn't warn him she wasn't coming home last night, but laying next to Clay, the man she loved, Misty knew nothing could ruin her good mood.