Chapter Nine - It's Called Dopamine

                                    

                                          
 While your body swayed, your mind was blank. This gorgeous man asked to kiss you, and you haven't answered him. Your heart was pushing you to go for it, screaming at you 'What are you waiting for?' Meanwhile, your head was cautious and throwing red flags left and right. You took a deeper breath and pushed your lips to his, his warmth immediately embodying you fully. It felt like how the movies described it. The sparks, fireworks, tingles, electricity, or whatever you wanted to call it were very much alive and going absolutely crazy inside you; time standing still as you and Tyler lost yourselves in the moment. He let go of your hand and wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss even more. 
	As if it had lasted forever, it was over before it really started as he pulled away leaving you both breathless and emotions running wild. That kiss was what you needed to solidify your feelings for the crazy wrangler and his very addictive lips. 
	"I could get used to those," you sighed softly, resting your head on his chest. 
	He chuckled, holding you close as the song faded out and some random commercial started, "Oh really now?" 
	You hummed in response, letting the last 30 seconds sink into your mind as a core memory since this was the beginning of what you hoped to be a beautiful relationship. 
	"What happened to us doing a few of these date things and then deciding?" He asked softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. 
	"Your lips make a very good argument," you said, slipping your hands under the back of his shirt to feel goosebumps, "What are these for?" 
	"I can't help myself, you make me happy, and doesn't that release some sort of happy chemical in the brain?" He asked. 
	"It's called dopamine," you said, rubbing his lower back gently, "And yes, when you do something that feels good your brain releases a rush of dopamine. Naturally, the human mind then seeks more of that good feeling by repeating the behavior."
	"Okay, Mrs.WebMD," he chuckled, kissing your head. 
	The vibrations of his chest resonated off of you and reignited the fireworks inside of you. It was something you couldn't explain, starting the week with disliking him and his posse of fans following him to now falling hard for him. 
	"Next on our 90s country segment for this gorgeous Saturday afternoon," the woman on the radio said, "Toby Keith's Should've Been A Cowboy. How many out there wish they could be a cowboy? Are you one? Let us know what dreams you had or have of being a cowboy, or girl, on the 74.3 app." 
	"This song was my jam when I was doing rodeos," he said, smirking. 
	"That smirk tells me it still is your jam," you laughed, pulling away from him and taking a drink of your beer on the table. 
	"What if it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer and pushing in one of the chairs at the table to make more room on the now make-shift dance floor. 
	"I'd say it was cute, but you know you are a cowboy, right?" You asked, your hips swaying gently. 
	"What's a cowboy without his Miss Kitty?" He asked, referencing the song, putting his hat on your head and holding his hand out towards you. 
	"A lonesome one," you said, taking his hand and going under his arm as he twirled you. 
	"I should've been a cowboy!" He sang proudly, "I should've learned to rope and ride!"
	"Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive," you sang after him, the two of you dancing around the little shack together, "Stealin' a young girl's heart, just like Gene and Roy."