Emma sat in front of Ethan, completely enveloped by his strong arms as he held the reins.
The scent of wood lingered in the air, and his light breath brushed her ear, making her cheeks burn.
She shrank further into herself, thinking,
'Oh God, this is so awkward.'
She swallowed nervously and shifted uncomfortably in the saddle.
Ethan glanced at her, his voice low and teasing. "Are you nervous?"
His deep tone sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath and tried to sound confident. "No, not at all."
Ethan smiled silently, then, without warning, he flicked the reins. The horse surged forward, picking up speed under the bright sun.
Caught off guard, Emma bounced in the saddle, and Ethan's arms tightened around her, holding her steady.
The world around them blurred, and Emma's
