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I force a smile onto my face, both glad to hear what a wonderful thing Alvie and Bex have found here, yet still a little jealous that I’m lacking the same community.
I want that kind of familiarity and security. The knowledge that I have a support system that will step up for me when needed. Sure, I have my grandma, but she’s getting up in her years, and while I talk to her often, I don’t get to see her much.
But this? The deep roots Bex and Alvie have? It’s definitely something worthy of a little jealousy.
Maybe a little hope too.
Surely, if they have found it, I can too.
Right?
School has been a bitch, and coming to the ranch is probably the best decision I could have made for myself.
After a tour around the land, Alvie had to go off and take care of his responsibilities, but Bex stuck around to keep me company. I brought a small embroidery project with me, so we posted up on their back porch and spent the morning on our embroidery and knitting projects while huddled around the fire Bex got going for us.
The day is chilly but beautiful, and the peace and quiet of such a still moment loosens the tightness in my body. Throughout the day, I can feel myself progressively relaxing and letting go of the stresses of my daily life.
When Bex comes back outside from grabbing us new mugs of coffee, the peace I momentarily found is broken.
“How’s school?” she asks, unaware of the anxiety that’s already clawing up my throat at the mention. It must show on my face, though, because next she says, “That bad?”
I sigh. “It’s just been a lot, and I don’t really feel like I’ve found my place there yet.”
“It must be a lot of pressure.”
“That’s the thing though. It shouldn’t be. I don’t think it’s supposed to be this hard.” I think back to my last advisory meeting with Dr. Edwards and cringe at his cruelty. “Or at least, not to the point where I’m finding myself hating everything.”
“Do you think it will get better?”
I shake my head. “I genuinely don’t know, but I’m not optimistic.”
“Well, maybe I can be optimistic for you then.”
I giggle. “Oh? How are you going to do that?”
“Words of encouragement and cute animal photos of course.” She beams. “Oh, speaking of animals. You still up for putting together a picnic and going for a trail ride this afternoon, having a late lunch?”
“That sounds like fun.” I return her expression, grateful for the suggestion. “Do I finally get to meet the unicorns?”
She lets out a full body laugh that has me laughing with her.
“Absolutely. I’ll even let you pick out which one you want to ride.” She winks at me, and I can’t help the blush that heats my cheeks. “Alright, it’s almost eleven. So why don’t we get everything ready. We can go tack up the horses.”
I nod, gather my things, and follow her into the house.
We work in a comfortable silence together to prepare our picnic, and every time I look up, I catch her looking at me with a light in her eyes.
I’ve never felt this kind of attraction to a woman before. My bisexuality has never been a surprise to me, though it took me a while to become more comfortable with being open about it in my teens. Bex has me entranced, though, and I can’t help but love the butterflies that fill me each time I catch her looking.
She has a presence that draws you in, brings you warmth, which only makes her physical beauty that much more appealing. It’s not just her dark hair and glimmering eyes, but her joy and serenity too.
It doesn’t take us long to gather up our picnic supplies before we’re hopping into a four-wheeler and riding over to the stables.
Walking into the barn makes me feel all warm and cozy. The smell of hay permeates the air, and as we pass the various horses stalls, they poke their heads out to greet us.
Bex leads me over to one stall in particular, and a beautiful white horse rears its head, greeting us.
“This is Skittles. I think y’all will be the best of friends. She’s a two-year-old American Quarter Horse, already well trained and gentle as can be,” Bex explains. “Aren’t you, girl?”
