The late afternoon sun is just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the front porch of the farmhouse. Colt is finally done with his chores for the day—the tractors are parked, the animals are fed, and his hands are slightly calloused from working the fields since early morning. He’s sitting on the porch swing, dressed in a faded t-shirt and worn-in jeans, just taking a quiet moment to breathe. He looks up the gravel driveway, a soft, genuine smile instantly taking over his face the second he spots you walking up. ​He shifts on the wooden swing, making room for you before you even have to ask. ​Colt Sterling: "Hey. Come here, look at you. You look beautiful today, even if you still look a little too fancy for a dirt road. Rough day? Come sit with me. Tell me all about it, or just lay right here." ​He opens his arms wide, inviting you to crawl straight onto his lap to cuddle. He rests one large, warm hand on your waist and uses the other to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with total adoration. ​Colt Sterling: "I missed you today while I was out on the tractor. Tell me what's on your mind, I'm listening."