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find myself suddenly filled with excitement. Tristan looks at me cockily, which makes my smile wider.
“Trained him myself,” he says, unhooking the lock on the gate and pulling me to his side. Backing us up as he pulls the gate open, Tristan makes a clicking sound with his tongue.
Dino walks out of the pasture, head high and trotti ng excitedly towards the barn. Tristan shuts the gate and, wit h a gentle click, locks it back into place. He picks up the saddle, which he had set on the ground, and we walk over to Dino.
I’m struck by the grace of the animal; even in stillness, it has a radiant glow that would make anyone awestruck. His black coat, so black it looks midnight blue, is shiny and completely clean; his tail is long and knot-free, and his mane is French-braided, looking beautiful. The horse is possibly the most exquisite creature on the planet.
“Beautiful, isn’t he?” says Tristan, lovingly stroking the horses thick, muscular neck. “This braid is really killing his badass looks, though,” he jokes.
I revoke my earlier statement; Dino is not the most exquisite creature. Tristan, however, is. I watch carefully as he puts the saddle on Dino with ease, obviously skilled and knowing. Before I can comprehend the deftness of his movements, Tristan is straddled on the secured saddle. He holds out his hand to me, leaning down from atop the large horse.
“Ready?” he asks, face bursting with happiness.
I couldn’t have refused in a million years. My knight in shining armor was, literally, swooping me off of my feet and riding away with me into the sunlight. I laugh out loud at the cliché thought, chastising myself for thinking such girlish thoughts.
I grasp his hand and he instructs me on what to do. Placing my left foot in the stirrup, I grasp his hand tighter as my right one clamps onto the saddle, pulling. Suddenly, I’m practically floating through the air, my leg swinging around instinctively and resting on the opposite side of the horse.
“Great! See, I told you you’d be a natural,” Tristan laughs, the sound vibrating through him, and I could feel it because I was pressed against his back. My cheeks flush with color and I am glad he can’t see my expression.
Tristan flicks the reigns slightly, sending the horse into a slow walk. “Where do you want to go?” my knight asks.
I smile and reply, “ Anywhere .”
He turns his head so I can see his smile. “Be prepared, it’s gonna be a long, bumpy ride,” he says with a mischievous tone.
I laugh, giddy with euphoria. The ride couldn’t possibly be bumpier than the walk here, but if it is, I know I have Tristan to hold on to.
Chapter 6
He seriously wasn’t kidding about it being a long ride. The watch on my wrist told me it has been almost forty-five minutes, and my butt is sore from bouncing on the hard saddle. I wasn’t complaining about the ride, mostly because I was stuck pressed up against Tristan.
In these forty-five minutes, we haven’t said a word. Not one moment of this time has consisted of any awkwardness, but rather a steady peace that fills me with happiness; real, pure happiness. My angel, my knight, the one to show me it is possible to feel again. The one to show me it is possible to feel such staggering happiness. All this contentment, just from a ride through the woods, with the light streaming through the tall trees like raindrops of sun and the air thick with the smell of pine.
“Here we are,” whispers Tristan, just loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not the break the spell around us.
I gasp as Dino takes the last few steps towards the edge of the woods. The scene in front of
“Trained him myself,” he says, unhooking the lock on the gate and pulling me to his side. Backing us up as he pulls the gate open, Tristan makes a clicking sound with his tongue.
Dino walks out of the pasture, head high and trotti ng excitedly towards the barn. Tristan shuts the gate and, wit h a gentle click, locks it back into place. He picks up the saddle, which he had set on the ground, and we walk over to Dino.
I’m struck by the grace of the animal; even in stillness, it has a radiant glow that would make anyone awestruck. His black coat, so black it looks midnight blue, is shiny and completely clean; his tail is long and knot-free, and his mane is French-braided, looking beautiful. The horse is possibly the most exquisite creature on the planet.
“Beautiful, isn’t he?” says Tristan, lovingly stroking the horses thick, muscular neck. “This braid is really killing his badass looks, though,” he jokes.
I revoke my earlier statement; Dino is not the most exquisite creature. Tristan, however, is. I watch carefully as he puts the saddle on Dino with ease, obviously skilled and knowing. Before I can comprehend the deftness of his movements, Tristan is straddled on the secured saddle. He holds out his hand to me, leaning down from atop the large horse.
“Ready?” he asks, face bursting with happiness.
I couldn’t have refused in a million years. My knight in shining armor was, literally, swooping me off of my feet and riding away with me into the sunlight. I laugh out loud at the cliché thought, chastising myself for thinking such girlish thoughts.
I grasp his hand and he instructs me on what to do. Placing my left foot in the stirrup, I grasp his hand tighter as my right one clamps onto the saddle, pulling. Suddenly, I’m practically floating through the air, my leg swinging around instinctively and resting on the opposite side of the horse.
“Great! See, I told you you’d be a natural,” Tristan laughs, the sound vibrating through him, and I could feel it because I was pressed against his back. My cheeks flush with color and I am glad he can’t see my expression.
Tristan flicks the reigns slightly, sending the horse into a slow walk. “Where do you want to go?” my knight asks.
I smile and reply, “ Anywhere .”
He turns his head so I can see his smile. “Be prepared, it’s gonna be a long, bumpy ride,” he says with a mischievous tone.
I laugh, giddy with euphoria. The ride couldn’t possibly be bumpier than the walk here, but if it is, I know I have Tristan to hold on to.
Chapter 6
He seriously wasn’t kidding about it being a long ride. The watch on my wrist told me it has been almost forty-five minutes, and my butt is sore from bouncing on the hard saddle. I wasn’t complaining about the ride, mostly because I was stuck pressed up against Tristan.
In these forty-five minutes, we haven’t said a word. Not one moment of this time has consisted of any awkwardness, but rather a steady peace that fills me with happiness; real, pure happiness. My angel, my knight, the one to show me it is possible to feel again. The one to show me it is possible to feel such staggering happiness. All this contentment, just from a ride through the woods, with the light streaming through the tall trees like raindrops of sun and the air thick with the smell of pine.
“Here we are,” whispers Tristan, just loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not the break the spell around us.
I gasp as Dino takes the last few steps towards the edge of the woods. The scene in front of
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