Eric's POV:
Cheryl’s voice wavered ever so slightly as I turned to meet her gaze.
Her eyes shimmered in the morning light, full of unspoken words. In that brief moment, I could almost feel her hesitation.
Finally, she looked away, avoiding my eyes. Was she running from something? Or was she waiting for me to say something? I couldn't tell. Mars, as though picking up on her mood, let out a nervous whinny, pawing at the ground, the scent of fresh grass filling the air.
A wave of panic hit me. I quickly dismounted, rushing toward Cheryl. She stumbled, then wrapped her arms around me, collapsing into my chest.
Her grip around my neck was strong, like she was afraid I might vanish if she let go. She buried her face in my shoulder, her body trembling slightly. Her warm breath against my ski
