barely there or not , her lips meeting his skin was some kind of pleasure he never knew before the spitfire joined the company. they’ve had their issues , for more or less but they’re trying to work passed the bad. and here’s part of THEIR good. ‘ thanks , babygirl. ’ just like the smallest kiss he received to his stubbled cheek , his lips present a tiny grin. still with the classic reigns look. ‘ it’s a good look , ain’t it ?’  proud eyes cast upon the shining gold plated strap on his boulder - sized shoulder. ‘ feels good i gotta say. ’