That didn't end up going as smoothly as she envisioned.

She gasps when he tugs her back over, barely catching herself in time to keep her full weight from coming down on him hard. It still leaves them nose-to-nose; that is, until his breath is tickling her ear.

She closes her eyes, a quiet little puff of air leaving her lips.



"You'll be sore in the mornin'."


Beat

"From th'horse."