It has been a very long time since I rode a horse on my aunt Rachel’s property. My only real memories from childhood were of the horses at my aunt’s home and learning to ride but it has been at least fifteen years since I left there. I hope it was going to come back to me now like riding a bike.
“How long?” Dorian repeated not understanding my question.
“Am I going to end up being Sean’s age when you finally decide to let me go?”
“Eventually you are not going to want to leave, I hope.”
Oh, that is not happening. How could I ever not want to leave? What is he thinking? He looks at me like a figure of attraction for him, yes. He wants me to stay here thinking that something more than attraction will form. I know I am beautiful. Sometimes I may even be arrogantly so. But I do not trust
