My Sweet

Billie Bob Taylor 

I chewed on my lower lip as I watched Benedito think for almost five minutes. I knew my suggestion seemed out of the blue and probably shocking to my dear old fiance, but it was extremely tempting. 

Being with the boys and watching the PBR and football like how we used to made me feel so incredibly normal again. They just helped me feel like Billie Bob before the accident and sometimes being confined in the four walls of the mansion could just be overwhelming. 

Every day I looked for new ways to get over my accident. For a new way to cope without being a burden to anyone and today I genuinely hoped maybe if I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, it could help me get over my PTSD. 

This was my domain being on the ranch. My territory and I knew the insides of this ranch inside and out. If anything could go wrong I was sure I would be able to defend myself this time.