After their comfortable dinner date, Haley and Morgan find themselves walking down Broadway talking about anything and everything under the sun. "No way!" She laughs, her eyes scrunching up. "This is me." She points to her red 1995 Toyota 4-Runner and sighs.

"Get outta here. That's me." He points to his shitbox parallel parked in front of hers.

"That's yours?" She asks, walking toward the Chevy pickup. "Wow. What is it- 85?"

"It's an '85 Silverado." He says with a small smile. "You know your trucks, little lady."

"Nah, this was the first truck my brother bought." She runs her hand over the bed. "His was in better condition." She teases.

"Hey! It's a work in progress!" He laughs. "I just got 'er lifted and next is new rims-"

"Woah!" She opens the passenger side door. "This looks just like my brother's truck on the inside!"

"Wanna go for a ride?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sure!" She hops into the lifted truck and buckles the seatbelt over her lap. "Where we goin'?"

"How long you got?"

"All night." She gives him a look that has his belly burning. Morgan shifts into drive and heads down the street and onto the highway.

"You're not kidnappin' me, are you?"

Morgan snorts, laughing as he merges, looking over his shoulder. "Absolutely not, ma'am." He hits the cruise control as they roll down the highway with both windows cranked down.

"Turn it up!" She shouts over the wind, kicking her sandals off. "I love this song!"

"Operator won't you put me on through, gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge. Hurry up, won't you put her on the line, gotta talk to my girl just one more time..."

The two belt out Garth Brooks, laughing together as they cruise on down the highway, the sun starting to set behind them.

***

"Where are we?" Haley asks as she looks around at the park.

"Cummins Falls." He responds, hopping out of the Chevy. "C'mon, I know a place." He takes her hand and leads her to a secluded place in the middle of the park.

"Wow." Her eyes go wide at the sight of a beautiful waterfall. "Where are we?"

"Cookeville."

"I never been here before." She admits, taking his outstretched hand to lower herself onto another rock. "What're we doin' here?"

"Swimmin'. You bring your swimsuit?" She shakes her head. "Me neither." With that, he strips down to his boxers, leaping into the lake below them. Haley squeals, pulling her clothes off until she's in her cute mesh bralette and matching thong, shortly plunging into the cold water.

"Wow." She breathes, looking up at the sky. "Stars are startin' to come out. Hard to see 'em in Nashville."

"Y'aint ever seen stars like ones where I'm from." He says quietly, his blue eyes giving the wet girl a once over.

"My hometown's got some pretty good lookin' stars." She chuckles as he reaches his hand out. Haley takes it and swims toward him, letting this practical stranger wrap his arm around her waist. Morgan pushes her soaking wet hair out of her face, messily tucking some behind her pierced ear before he gets the courage to kiss her. She's surprised at first but kisses him back with the same energy and soon, the two strangers fuck 70 miles from Nashville.

***

Haley's head snaps up when she hears a phone ringing. She groans, rubbing her eyes as she rolls on her back. She whines when it's starts ringing again. Haley fumbles around the bed of the shitbox she's laying in, reaching her arm into the cab, groping around for the ringing phone. "What?" She looks down at the black phone and huffs. "It's yours."

Morgan squints at the screen, sitting up with a grunt. "H-hello? Shit, I forgot 'bout that, man." He mumbles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Today? Yeah, I'll be over in a couple hours or somethin'. Okay, bye." He hangs up and yawns loudly. "We gotta get goin'."

Haley silently pulls her clothes on over her naked body. "Oh my god."

"What?"

Her eyes rake over the bright red lines that run over his back, slipping behind his boxer waistband. "I tore the fuck outta your back."

"I know." He mutters, pulling his t-shirt on. "Here." Morgan hands her his black hoodie after they climb into his truck. "You looked cold." She smiles slightly, pulling it on. "Where to?"

"Gotta get back to the bar, I left my car parked there." She leans against the door, her eyes closed as he starts back to the city. Haley's asleep by the time he gets on the highway and Morgan can't help but smile at the sight of her curled up in the shotgun seat, in his hoodie.

He's falling and he's falling hard for this girl.

***

"Where'd you disappear to last night?" Michael asks, sitting on the couch in his music room.

"Uh..." he's already blushing hard.

"You got laid." Morgan smiles shyly. "Who?"

"Haley, the cute bartender."

"How in the hell did you swing that?"

"Asked her if she wanted to grab some food and then she was interested in my truck and I took her for a ride to Cummins Falls."

"And?"

"And we had sex in the bed of my truck." He says bluntly, smiling to himself. "She's somethin' else, man. I can't get her outta my mind."

Michael giggles to himself as he starts scribbling things down. "We gotta get these songs done if you're gonna sing 'em tonight." Morgan nods, wincing slightly when he leans back against the leather couch. "What's up with you?"

Morgan blushes even harder- if that's even possible, as he turns and lifts the back of his shirt to show him the damage the bartender did to his skin. "Holy shit, man." He laughs. "You can, uh, take a shower if you want."

"You sayin' I stink?"

"Yeah."

***

"Okay y'all. Next up we've got Morgan Wallen." Haley says into the mic on the stage, smiling at the brunette with a guitar slung over his shoulder. "Show him some love!" There's applause, mostly for the cute girl at the mic, as Morgan steps onto the stage, a big grin on his face.

She gives him a shoulder squeeze before returning to the bar at the far end of the room behind the crowd. "Hey y'all." His blue eyes don't leave the dirty blonde behind the bar his whole set.

"A Bama red 4-runner pulled into the party with a 30-A sticker on the back windshield. Two tone tank top slippin' off her shoulder, kinda girl when she steps out the world stands still. Oh, I think I know where this is goin', I already know it

She's somebody's problem..."

Haley blushes, leaning back against the counter as he sings- serenades her, her smile widening as the song continues.

"...About to be mine." She claps when the song ends and looks away. "Thanks. This next one is called Whiskey Glasses."

Haley serves a couple drinks as he finishes up his set, pouring Morgan a shot of whiskey for when he exits the stage and joins her. "You killed it up there!" She pours herself a shot, clinks the glass with his then knocks it back while he does his own. "You've got such a nice voice. I wasn't expectin' it at all."

"Thanks." He smiles, sitting on a bar stool in front of her. "So, uh, whatcha think of the first song I sang?"

"Adored it." She scrunches her nose up at him after she pours another shot. "You're gonna do some pretty special things, Morgan."

"Thanks, Hales." He beams back. "You singin' tomorrow?"

"Karaoke?" Morgan nods. "I might but I'm not that great of a singer."

"I'll be the judge of that." He winks. "What would you be singin'?"

"Whatever my ol' heart wants." She says with her hand against her chest and a smile on her face.

***

"You're too drunk to drive home, Morgan." Haley scolds, snagging the keys from his hand. "I can call you a cab-"

"No." He mumbles, shaking his head. "No. I can drive."

"You're not driving home- not like this." She sighs, running her hand through her waves. "Fuck, you can crash at my place, 'kay?"

"I can drive. I'm not that drunk." Morgan scoffs with a smile.

"No. Just- just- just stay here." She nudges him to sit at a nearby table so she can finish her clean up.

And about a half hour later, she has her arm around his shoulders as she leads him to her car. "C'mon." He slowly drops his foot into the footwell of her car, slumping into the passenger seat.

Morgan reaches up to run his fingers over the silver cross hanging from her review mirror and he smiles to himself. "You a praying girl?"

"Every day, twice on Sunday." She responds, buckling up. "You?"

"Every day, twice on Sunday." He repeats, resting his head against the window.

Haley chuckles to herself as she throws her Toyota into drive and heads down the street.

And twenty minutes later, Haley is guiding Morgan up the steps to the front door after parking in the driveway. "C'mon."

Morgan sighs loudly as he steps inside, looking around the house. "Nice place."

"Yeah, thanks." She responds, heading to the kitchen where she flips the light over the sink on. "Make yourself at home. You hungry?"

"Nah, I'm good." Morgan sits on the couch in the living room, taking his boots off politely. "Thank you, though."

"I'll get the guest room set up." She says somewhat awkwardly as she heads down the hall to the linen closet for clean bedsheets. She gets the bed set up for her guest then returns to the living room. "I'm gonna grab a shower."

Morgan nods and makes his way to the guest bedroom, shrugging his jacket off before he drapes it over the chair in the corner of the room. He sighs at the how awkward he feels but then stands when he hears the bathroom door open and her bedroom door close.

He uses the bathroom then tip toes down the hall, stopping when he hears her soft voice say his name.

She's praying for him.

Praying for him to do good things in life- enjoy his life and he's touched. She has a lot of faith in this boy and they barely know each other.

After they get situated in bed, he hears something thud against the shared wall. He jumps but just brushes it off as her house settling until there's another thunk. He gets up and pads to her door, knocking lightly. "Come in." She says.

Haley is sitting against her headboard watching a show on the TV on her dresser. "I didn't wake you did I?" He shakes his head, leaning against the door frame. "I can't sleep."

"Me neither."

She smiles and scoots over, patting the space next to her. "Ever seen That 70's Show?"

"It's my favorite." He says, sliding under her sheets next to her. "Love Kelso."

"Hyde's my favorite." She whispers, rubbing her eyes. "And Kitty and Red, too." He nods, smiling to himself when he notices her shifting closer to him and pretty soon, her head is on his shoulder. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"What one?"

"I have Office Space, I could just pop that in."

"Go for it, I've never seen it." He watches her go to her shelf and pick out a movie, popping it in the DVD player before she returns next to him.

Morgan starts to get a little bored a few minutes into the movie so he drops his hand on her thigh, running the pads of his fingers over her flushed skin in small circles. She bites her lip as his hand slides up a little. "Is this okay?" He asks softly, looking over at her. She nods, dropping her hand on his, pulling it further up her leg, practically in her shorts.

Morgan slips his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pressing his lips against her neck. She breathes out a moan as she tugs on his shirt, her own coming off within seconds.