"Hit me!"

The nameless bartender pours Jenna another shot, shooting her a flirty smile. Michael takes Jenna's free hand and pulls her out to the floor of the bar, a beer in his opposite hand.

She grins, her full shot glass in her raised hand as she sways behind him, laughing loudly. She's buzzed, one arm around her boyfriend's shoulders, the other throwing back the shot. She presses her forehead against his as they dance to whatever song is being played by the band on the stage.

"You're as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey. You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy and honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time..."

Jenna sings along with the guy at the mic but her voice is like pure liquid sunshine in Michael's ears. He takes a drink from the beer in his hand then kisses her, Bud Light tangling with the whiskey on her tongue in a perfect, addicting swirl of intoxication.

She can't get enough of Michael and his attention. She can't get enough of the way his hand is resting on the small of her back. She can't get enough of those big brown eyes gazing over every inch of her face.

Michael is loving the way her body is pressed against his, the way her dazzling smile makes his heart skip a beat. He loves how her hand is grasping the back of his neck and occasionally playing with the ends of his hair. Any time she grazes his body, he practically melts beneath her touch.

Right now in this busy honky tonk, it's just the two of them. Sure, they're both drunk but they still only have eyes for each other and that is a damn big thing in today's romance.

Sure they've only been dating for a few months now but when you know, you know.

Jenna leans up and kisses Michael softly, so softly that it makes him blush bright under the neon light from the signs on the walls.

"You wanna get outta here?" She asks, her eyes on the tattoo peeking out from behind his sloppily buttoned shirt. This is the third bar they've been in tonight, they got kicked out of the last one for fucking in the bathroom.

Michael grabs her hand and walks outside, slipping his phone from his pocket. "Morgan, you- you busy?"

"Michael..." Jen breathes against his neck causing him to swallow hard.

"We're at the corner- the Bridgestone Arena but the Broadway side. Yeah, Rippy's was havin'- huh? Thanks man."

"What'd he say?"

"He's comin' to pick us up." He says as he pockets his phone.

Michael looks down at Jenna then kisses her, his hand holding her jaw. She grabs his wrist and kisses him back with more fire, silently telling him she needs him now.

She's pushed against the wall of the arena, her arms wrap around his neck as she brings a leg up to his hip.

If it wasn't illegal, they'd probably fuck right here but they don't need to get arrested for public indecency.

There's three quick honks behind them.

"Hey! Love turds!" Morgan shouts from his truck. "Get in!"

Jenna rushes to the backseat as Michael unhappily sits shotgun. The twenty minute drive feels like hours between the couple. They need each other now. They'd be fucking in the backseat right now but they respect Morgan and his truck too much to actually do that.

As tempting as it is, they sit away from each other but that doesn't stop Jenna from teasing him ever so discreetly.

She runs her fingertips up her inner thigh then stops at her pussy, licking her lips slowly. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, slipping it off under her already tight tank top.

Michael can't keep his eyes off her.

It's taking everything in his body to stay seated.

Thankfully, Morgan pulls up to Michael's house. When he parks, he asks, "Are y'all comin' in tomorrow?"

"Huh?" He pulls his gaze away from the blonde in the backseat. "I don't- I don't know." Michael answers, unbuckling. "I'll, uh, let you know. Hey, thanks for the- thanks for the ride, man." He says as he gropes the door for the handle.

"Thanks for the ride, Morgan." Jenna says sweetly, giving his bicep a squeeze before hopping out of his truck.

He watches the two race up to the front door, shaking his head with a laugh when he sees them laughing at each other.

As soon as the door is shut, the couple ungracefully make their way to the bedroom to continue their celebration of Jenna finally getting signed to a label.

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"I'm just- uh, yeah," Michael fake coughs. "I'm not feelin' good at all-" He bats away Jenna's hand when it starts sliding down his front to the waistband of his boxers. "Sorry, ahem."

Her chilled fingers run across his waistband causing goosebumps to show. He pushes her hand away again and tries to bite back a smile.

"I'll be in tomorrow, though." He says, adding a fake cough for good measure. "Okay, thanks."

As soon as he sets his phone on his nightstand, Jenna jumps on top of him, laughing quietly.

Michael wraps his arm around her and flops her on her back, attacking her face and neck with kisses. She giggles, holding him close against her.

"I love you." She whispers, running her fingers through his hair while his head is on her chest.

He looks up at her. She's blurry, he doesn't feel like reaching for his glasses.

"Shit, I- I'm-" Michael leans up and kisses her, grasping the side of her face. "I know it's been a few months- four months- but I just, I really feel a solid connection with you."

He smiles. "I love you too."

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"The hell're you doin'?" Ernest asks when he sees Jenna lounging back on the patio couch on the porch. Her legs are stretched out and spread like a man would sit. She's got one of Michael's shirts and hats on, a keyboard on the table in front of her and her guitar on the couch beside her.

"In order to write like a boy, you gotta be a boy."

He laughs. "What?"

"I'm tryna write songs for guys so I'm puttin' myself in guy persona. It- it makes sense to me." She waves him off.

Ernst chuckles again as he heads inside Michael's house. They're having a writing sesh today and she's been trying to get at least a verse or a chorus down to build off of but it's hard to write from a guy's perspective.

She takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly, her eyes closed. She suddenly stands and swings the door open. "Boys, c'mon out back. I need to talk to y'all."

Shortly, the guys are leaning against the porch railing across from her. "I want y'all to tell me what you think 'bout this."

"She's dancing in a field, a flower in her hair. Sitting on my tailgate, I can't help but stare..."

"That's good." Ernest says, nodding. "Simple but also kinda... kinda..."

"You can already feel the love for this girl." Michael finishes. "Yeah."

"What about addin', let's see." Ernest sits in the chair next to her.

"Summer sun is shining on her tan skin. I can feel her love blowing like the wind. Yes I can..."

As the guys brainstorm more lyrics, Jenna's diddling around with her keyboard. She hums a melody as she starts playing some chords.

"Wow." She mutters, quickly scribbling down what she just played.

"This is such a sweet song." She says when she looks over the final version.

"Hey, call up Jon Langston. He might be into this." Ern says to Jenna. "He'd have a good voice for this."

"I don't have his number."

"Here." Michael hands her his phone for her to take his number. "Shoot him a text with a demo clip."

"Okay." She nods.

Ern and Michael go back into the house to leave Jenna to her recording.

Within minutes, she's got a response.

He loves the track. He just has to check with his team first and she'll have an answer next week.

This is the start of something big, Jenna can feel it. She got her foot in the door with that song she wrote for Morgan and now possibly Jon Langston.

She's just got to keep up this good work she's doing and she might finally catch her big break.

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