I sneak out of bed, tiptoeing like a ninja so Creed can keep on sleeping. But the mare is my priority, and I can’t rest until I ensure she is okay. As I slip on my boots, I feel a sense of pride. I am a badass cowgirl, and nothing can stop me from saving this horse.
I silently make my way to the barn, the cool night air brushes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. But my desire to check on the horse outweighs any discomfort from the chill. As I entered the barn, I am greeted by the familiar scent of hay and horses. I feel at home.
I make my way to the mare's stall, and she whinnies softly when she sees me. I stroke her neck, and she nuzzles my hand, grateful for the attention. I check her over, and my mind wanders to Creed. The way his hands felt on my body, the int
