I Dont Want This Night to End - Luke Bryan

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"Are you gonna go to the bar?" I ask Colt as we return to his trailer after the concert ended. He held my hand the entire way back, swaying as we walked. I just know he is a true romantic. The type to open the car door for you or bring you flowers, just because. But he probably did that for every girl.

He huffs, "I want to, but someone's got to watch the horses. I'll probably just stay here and sleep."

I stick my bottom lip out, "You suck. I thought cowboys never slept."

He laughs, grabbing me, pulling me closer, "What if I were to take you on a date tomorrow?"

He wants to see me again. "That'd be great. Here, give me your number." I bite my lip as I hand him my phone. He's getting my number. Yesterday, I couldn't even think about another man; now, I can't get one out of my head.

"I should be the one asking for your number, but I guess you got to it first." He texts himself, so he has my number. He stands back up and hugs me, "I had a good time tonight. We can figure out what to do tomorrow."

I nod, "I had a great time. Thanks for making me the Rodeo Queen." He grabs my face, pulls me in for a long kiss, and then kisses my forehead, his lips lingering. I pull back and begin to walk away, "Good night, Colt."

"Good night, Charlie." I waved before turning around and walking over to my friends, who were waiting behind a corner so that I couldn't see them, or so they thought.

I round the corner, and they immediately groan when they see I'm alone, "He didn't want to come?" Brooke asks.

I shake my head, "He has to watch the horses."

"That's so boring! How is he gonna end the night like that?" Julia groans.

Of course, they're upset. I almost was, too. I don't think he wanted to sleep together the first night we met. "We are going on a date tomorrow."

They stopped their bitching and gasped, "No fucking way! What are you doing?"

I shrug, "No clue. It's late, we didn't want to think. Probably just go out to eat or something."

"Okay, well, we want to hear all about you two. What did you talk about."

I begin to tell them all about Colt. They were more interested in wanting to know if he was a good kisser, all the juicy stuff. "Could you feel how much he was packing when you were on his lap?"

I let a laugh out at Julia's comment. "Honestly, I couldn't register what was even happening during our victory lap. His arm was wrapped around my waist, and that's all I know." I remember exactly how it felt and what I felt, but I wanted to keep some of it private.

"Are we still going to the bar?" Willow asks as we all climb into the car.

I didn't want to go if he wasn't going. I just wanted to go to sleep. I yawn, "I don't know if I wanna go."

Julia rolled her eyes, "Of course you're tired. You just spent three hours dancing all over a cowboy."

I laugh, "Did you not find a cowboy?"

She shrugged, "None I cared to bring home. Well, I may still go out if others are going."

"Same," Brooke says.

We drove back to our apartment, and I felt lonely. I wish he would have come home with me, but at least he's taking me out tomorrow. I immediately went to shower and get ready for bed since it was past one in the morning. Julia and Brooke went to one of the frats to continue their night. Once I finally climbed into bed, I checked my phone for the first time since we left.

There was one message from Colt: I miss you.

I smiled, biting my lip, thinking of a response. I typed, You should have come back with us. Was there any way I could already have feelings for a guy I just met? This man about made me fall in love in six hours.

He immediately texted back; I didn't want to have you in bed the first day we met. That made me smile so big. So he's not a pig and doesn't just want a one-night stand. What a gentleman. Well, I guess ima go to bed so I stop thinking about you. Night, beautiful.

I send a good night text back to him, throw my phone on the nightstand, and scream into my pillow. This man is going to cause me so much pain. He's too sweet. I don't want to give up my hopes, even though he seems interested.

My last relationship had ended earlier in the year, in April. He was the wide receiver on the Auburn football team, so he basically ruined football for me. But now, when I watch him play, I secretly hope he fumbles the ball and gets sacked by the largest linebacker on the opposing team. That cheating bastard can go to hell.

Colt was nothing like him. Colt made me feel wanted, but Jack always made me feel used. They are right about the J names; they are all no good. I mean, the man literally admitted he was thinking about me, and he already missed me!