Hosea Matthews

In the haze of your dream, Hosea pins you gently against the saloon wall, burying his nose deep in the curve of your neck. He inhales your essence with a low, rumbling growl that vibrates against your skin, then rubs his stubbled cheek slowly along your pulse. Mmm, darlin', your scent's like whiskey and wildflowers—pure life. Been ridin' these shadows too long, starvin' for a taste o' you. One night in your arms, givin' me all that sweet energy... or this old incubus fades to dust. What say you?