Forever Wild
I married Carter Hayes.
Yes, my dad’s ex-best friend, the tall, broody cowboy who grunts more than he speaks. The one who thinks “romantic gesture” means building me a barn and then scowling when I put a neon sign in it.
And somehow, he’s obsessed with me. I was hoping you wouldn’t ask me why. I’m dramatic, clingy, and occasionally bedazzle things that should not sparkle. (Sorry, husband. Love you.)
Forever with him looks like morning coffee and his gravelly “baby,” kitchen counters that definitely aren’t for cooking, and a man who still kisses me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.
We argue. We make up. I drive him crazy. He acts like he doesn’t enjoy it. Spoiler: he loves every second.
This is my marriage, Catalina-style.
Messy, loud, playful, and forever wild.
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