horses.
What now?
Stand there and look like a fool.
No.
She’d come to check on the horse, and that’s what she intended to
do. Confident in her right to do so she went over the horse that was eyeing her
with disinterest as it crunched on the last of its apple slice. If she didn’t
know better she’d believe the horse purposely shunned her by turning so its
rear end was backed up to the stall door, instead of its head like before. If
she wanted to pet something it was going to have to be its ass. Megan stood
there awkwardly, hearing Drew chuckle from the other side of the barn.
“Come here horsey…” she called reaching over the gate clicking her
tongue just as Drew had done. The horse looked back, snorted.
“You’re crowding her,” Drew said after a while.
“I’m just trying to pet the stupid animal.”
She heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, the brush of his
overwhelming presence by her side. He covered her hand that was on the stall
door with his own hand causing her to draw in a sharp breath and hold it. Like
hell she’d let him see she was affected by his touch. He’d never touched her so
tenderly. Lifting her hand he led her over to the next stall and placed her
palm on the neck of the black Arabian standing tall and proud. “Well, you’re
never going to do it like that. Here… rub Twilight.”
“I don’t want to rub this one,” she hated the bratty tone of her
voice at that moment, and decided for once to do what was asked of her without
any further questions. He wanted her away from his precious “Angel”, who was
she to pout about it. Her hand felt the silky flesh between Twilight’s
quivering nostrils and she was filled with sadness, reminiscing over happier
times.
“What are you thinking about?” Drew’s breath warmed the curve of
her neck causing goosebumps to rise all over her flesh.
“My father….” She started and felt a sudden nudge against her left
arm. “Angel” voicing her desire to be rubbed by running her velvety nose up and
down Megan’s arm. Drew smiled, “See, all you had to do was give her some space
and time to warm up to you.”
“Is that why she’s so partial to you? You ignore her until she
begs for your attention?” Megan wasn’t sure what she was inquiring about, his
experience with the horse or women in general. Quiet, awkward silence,
surrounded them. They held gazes, her hand idly stroking the horse’s muzzle.
She couldn’t help noticing his eyes had dropped to her lips, and she quickly
took a step back. “I….I should get up to the house, before Tink starts assuming
we’re…”
“We’re…what?” he prompted for more, leaning in close enough that
she felt his breath light as a feather over her lips. He smelled like the rain,
and his body’s warmth enveloped her creating a pull hard to resist. Wet curls
were beginning to flip up just below his ears and she wanted so bad to put her
fingers there. Her eyes followed his strong jaw line to his lips, which were
slightly parted, her eyes lifted to his and she saw him staring at her mouth
with the same interest. He raised his hand, and trailed a gentle finger down
the side of her neck, out over the shape of her collarbone, back around to the
hollow space where she was certain he could feel her having difficulty
swallowing. Every part of her body hummed. If he could make her feel that much
with just one finger…..
Megan slowly took another step back knowing exactly how the horse
felt when someone invaded its space, she whirled around to make a quick escape,
and rammed into someone.
“Hey! Watch it!” the girl squealed the high pitched tone of her
voice made Megan cringe. She pushed Megan out of the way, and straightened her
little sun dress. Her nose wrinkled as she studied Megan over tinted sunglasses
perched on a thin nose. Hair the color of straw fell in perfect curls, parting
over her willowy shoulders. Her hands went to her waist
What now?
Stand there and look like a fool.
No.
She’d come to check on the horse, and that’s what she intended to
do. Confident in her right to do so she went over the horse that was eyeing her
with disinterest as it crunched on the last of its apple slice. If she didn’t
know better she’d believe the horse purposely shunned her by turning so its
rear end was backed up to the stall door, instead of its head like before. If
she wanted to pet something it was going to have to be its ass. Megan stood
there awkwardly, hearing Drew chuckle from the other side of the barn.
“Come here horsey…” she called reaching over the gate clicking her
tongue just as Drew had done. The horse looked back, snorted.
“You’re crowding her,” Drew said after a while.
“I’m just trying to pet the stupid animal.”
She heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, the brush of his
overwhelming presence by her side. He covered her hand that was on the stall
door with his own hand causing her to draw in a sharp breath and hold it. Like
hell she’d let him see she was affected by his touch. He’d never touched her so
tenderly. Lifting her hand he led her over to the next stall and placed her
palm on the neck of the black Arabian standing tall and proud. “Well, you’re
never going to do it like that. Here… rub Twilight.”
“I don’t want to rub this one,” she hated the bratty tone of her
voice at that moment, and decided for once to do what was asked of her without
any further questions. He wanted her away from his precious “Angel”, who was
she to pout about it. Her hand felt the silky flesh between Twilight’s
quivering nostrils and she was filled with sadness, reminiscing over happier
times.
“What are you thinking about?” Drew’s breath warmed the curve of
her neck causing goosebumps to rise all over her flesh.
“My father….” She started and felt a sudden nudge against her left
arm. “Angel” voicing her desire to be rubbed by running her velvety nose up and
down Megan’s arm. Drew smiled, “See, all you had to do was give her some space
and time to warm up to you.”
“Is that why she’s so partial to you? You ignore her until she
begs for your attention?” Megan wasn’t sure what she was inquiring about, his
experience with the horse or women in general. Quiet, awkward silence,
surrounded them. They held gazes, her hand idly stroking the horse’s muzzle.
She couldn’t help noticing his eyes had dropped to her lips, and she quickly
took a step back. “I….I should get up to the house, before Tink starts assuming
we’re…”
“We’re…what?” he prompted for more, leaning in close enough that
she felt his breath light as a feather over her lips. He smelled like the rain,
and his body’s warmth enveloped her creating a pull hard to resist. Wet curls
were beginning to flip up just below his ears and she wanted so bad to put her
fingers there. Her eyes followed his strong jaw line to his lips, which were
slightly parted, her eyes lifted to his and she saw him staring at her mouth
with the same interest. He raised his hand, and trailed a gentle finger down
the side of her neck, out over the shape of her collarbone, back around to the
hollow space where she was certain he could feel her having difficulty
swallowing. Every part of her body hummed. If he could make her feel that much
with just one finger…..
Megan slowly took another step back knowing exactly how the horse
felt when someone invaded its space, she whirled around to make a quick escape,
and rammed into someone.
“Hey! Watch it!” the girl squealed the high pitched tone of her
voice made Megan cringe. She pushed Megan out of the way, and straightened her
little sun dress. Her nose wrinkled as she studied Megan over tinted sunglasses
perched on a thin nose. Hair the color of straw fell in perfect curls, parting
over her willowy shoulders. Her hands went to her waist
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