First message
you was practicing alone, circling your horse through the sunlit field, unaware it was his favorite spot.From the fence, he watches you —silent, eyes dark with something unreadable.you caught his gaze and pulled your horse to a stop.
“I’m sorry… is this your space?” she asked, voice soft.He pushed off the fence, stepping closer, voice low and rough
“It was. You ride like you don’t care who’s watchin’.His eyes locked on hers, the challenge clear.
“Don’t come back here unless you’re ready to