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him one last time then comes and hugs me. “Love you,” she says.
    “Love you too. Have a safe trip, call when you get there. Oh, and you had better stop and see Linnie and say goodbye. She will have your ass if you don’t.” with that she is out the door saying she will stop there on her way out of town. I really don't even know what to think. Row still hasn't come out of his room and when I walk by it I hear heavy snoring. I laugh to myself, his damn snore is sexy. How the fuck is that even possible?
     
    I swore to myself I wouldn’t do it, but here I am, looking in the room Row is staying in. The room in which he is sleeping right now and has been for I'm not kidding, two days. Straight. I was really starting to get worried when I stopped hearing the snores coming through the wall. That was hours ago. Which leads me to this point in time. Checking in on him. To make sure he is still breathing of course. This is my excuse. I push the door open just enough for me to peek in. His clothes are on the floor next to his boots, they are tall beat up and red. I didn't expect that. The red is quite faded and the two hole things at the tops of them look like they were maybe once white. These boots have seen some time. I wonder how many women’s floors they have been on. Don't even go there Shane, I tell myself. I do a quick scan of the room a notice the only thing out of place is the bedspread, which only part of his bottom half is covered by. He is laying on his stomach sprawled out with his arms above his head. Then my eyes go down, down to where the purple comforter and white sheet are only covering half of his ass cheek, leaving the other one completely uncovered. He has a tattoo on his ass I can’t quite make out from where I am. So being the curious person I am, I push open the door a little further, and walk in. Like I am Sleeping Beauty about to prick her finger I keep going until the ass cheek in question is right in front of me. It is quite a cheek too. Now from this vantage point, I can definitely see that it is a cowboy riding a bull. Just a silhouette. Right there on his derriere. Then suddenly it's moving, rolling over taking the covers with it, hiding what is on the other side.
    “Hey, Dove.” A sleep ridden voice says, making me jump out of my skin. Shit, I have been caught. “Whats up?” he asks sitting up yawning and rubbing his eyes. Oh, nothing just came in here to check out the tattoo on your left ass cheek, it's nice by the way.
    “You have been out for a couple of days. I couldn't hear you snoring, so I thought I would come to check on you. Make sure you were still breathing.” Really that is the honest truth, most of it.
    “I see.” He stretches then rubs his chest and when I think he is done with his wake up routine he actually reaches down and scratches himself. There. Not even caring that I am there in front of him. “Two days? Damn.” He yawns again with his hand still on his manhood. Thankfully not moving anymore. “I drove straight up here from Texas, musta been tired I guess.”
    “Must have been.” I echo.
    “Nice of you to come in here and check on me.” Then he looks down as if just noticing for the first time that he has his hand on his balls. Over the sheet at least but still on his junk. “Catch a good peek while you were in here?” he asks removing his hand standing up, taking the sheet with him. Just because I am a girl and well It’s just what we do I look down to where… well, you know. He has a serious case of morning wood that I couldn't see with his hand on the thing. But now with a sheet wrapped around his waist. I can definitely see its there. I quickly look up and shake my head. “Oh now, don't be shy, you know I ain't.” He says then bends down to grab his clothes from the floor.
    “Sorry for waking you up. I'm glad you are still alive.” I say then make a dash for the door. I hear him chuckle a little when I do this and decide to be brave. “Nice tattoo