Page 57 of A Sorrow of Truths


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“Not according to Ann. He’s an asshole, but I thought you’d understand that well enough.”

I laugh a little and look across at him as he lays down next to me and moves some of the paperwork, eventually pulling one particular piece out.

“You named a horse after me? This is new relationship goals.”

“No, I gave a horse to you.”

My eyes widen, as he passes me the paper he’s found. “This is the ownership deeds,” he says, pointing out my name and this address. “That’s why we’re going on our date. I thought you’d like to see him. He was born two weeks ago in the depths of winter rather than normal breeding protocol. The sire jumped, and broke, four fences to get in with one of our most exclusive mares at the ranch. The situation reminded me of you. Or me.”

I don’t know what to say to that.

I smile wider and look back at the picture of the little thing, my fingers dragging over the spindly legs and then rubbing his little nose. I can almost hear the little thuds of his hooves on the ground, the speed of them as they’ll run and leap. “That’s … A horse? My horse?”

“Yes.”

“You gave me a horse.”

“I did.”

“Why a horse? Most girls get jewellery. I know nothing about horses.”

He rolls me onto my back and shifts his weight until he’s on top of me, a very serious face suddenly bearing down on me. “You’re not most girls, and I couldn’t think of a better part of me to give you. Horses came before my life happened. You came after. I thought we should go back to the beginning together.”

Oh. That is romantic.

Lovely.

Thuds and heartbeats.

I sigh and run my fingers through his hair, watching as he starts dropping that face down to my chest again. One kiss. Two. Three. I giggle and let the feel of him go lower, and lower, and lower still until he’s back where he started and we’re beginning again. So romantic. Soft again. Gentle. Unhurried. Leisurely.

My legs get pushed wider, panties torn at the sides and heavier hands starting to build in momentum. Normal behaviour. I’m going to need new underwear if this carries on.

And it will.

Why wouldn’t it?

We’re new.

We’re at the start.

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