Country music, dirt roads, and straight-pipe diesel

I don't feel guilty.
This blonde haired, blue eyed country boy's got a hold on me after just one evening by his side on back roads in that big 'ol truck.
Something about the way he turns off the music when I'm talking, laughs when I'm screaming because I don't know how to drive his truck.
Something about the way he smells like an angel, pays for my way into the football game and says, "This is my thank you for puttin' up with me on the way over here," like it was actually some kind of obligation!
Something about the way he tells me he works three jobs, one of which is bailing hay for my uncle.
Something about seeing him driving down the dirt road in his tractor, and the nonchalant way he waves at me.
Something about how he tells me his truck looks so much better with a pretty girl sitting in the passenger seat, and looks at me with that genuine smile.
Something about everything about him....and Lord, I don't feel guilty anymore. I actually want this.