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hii guys im new to this but am wondering if this is any good and if anyone at all would actually like to read it.. i just got bored and have had a crazy fixation on gator bug lately

its a very obvious trope. theres an age gap and gator has never considered her until now. she wants to take care of him and show him what real love is instead of just sex like he knows (thinking i'll include him getting blinded and that being the reason he finally lets her in). mainly fluff and some angst maybe unless someone can change my mind idk!

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Gator had never considered you a possible source for love. Maybe it was because you seemed to be a ghost only ever drifting through his life, or maybe it was because you were utterly untouchable to him. Pure in a way he’d never known himself to be. You were like sunshine cast across white marble in his fucked up mind full of bloodied bodies and bruises.

With the season, you’d sprinkled your way back into his life again. The season his father needed your own back on the ranch as a pair of extra hands. Your father had indefinitely warned you over the years to stay away from Gator. He was forbidden to you, dangerous, like hot fire burning in a pile of ash that was daring to be touched but felt far too warm to pursue the closer you got.

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The second day after you moved back onto the ranch, you ran into him for the first time. You were in the main house's kitchen, prepping ingredients for dinner that night. A traditional girl, you always loved to help. To cook or clean whenever possible.

 “Well, if it ain’t the little lady ‘er self. Heard ya might’ve been back ‘round here.” You turned your head to look at him, a stupidly soft smile crossing your lips at the sight, sleeves of his shirt tightening around his biceps as he crossed his arms. “Gator.” Your voice is unwaveringly sweet as you acknowledge him. 

He leaned against the frame of the doorway, the gold flecks in his eyes catching the light as they drifted down your white sundress before moving back up your body. The expression in his eyes is almost like he’d caught himself doing something he knew he shouldn’t. Even with his sudden shift of foreign awkwardness, you could feel your cheeks warm. He was gone as soon as he’d come, leaving your next words to die on your tongue. 

Gator ran a hand down his face as he exited the house. Did he seriously just check you out? It’s been a year since he’d seen you, but damn if you hadn’t filled out. Matured. You’ve become a woman, and suddenly his entire body tingles at the thought of getting closer to you. Thought of slipping off that pretty white dress and seeing all you had to offer under there. 

From the kitchen, you heard the door of his patrol car open and close, the sound of tires crunching across gravel as he drove away. You reached up, pressing the backs of your hands to your cheeks, unbelievably warm with blush. The truth was, you'd always had an eye on Gator. Always wanted to just reach out and wrap your arms around him.