He didn’t touch me last night. I could felt that he was shy, unlike in the morning he can verbally express what was on his dirty mind. We had a pillow that served as our wall which I anticipated gone once we’ve waked up, but it was there seating unmoved.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I am.” I wore a shorts and grey t-shirt, the same as his.
The horse was waiting outside. It was white and tall. The sight of it kicking the sand made me frightened. I’m not friendly with animals. The last time I saw a horse was on my photoshoot.
Paulite held the leash firmly and motioned me to ride. The horse neigh and moved forward and backward as if declaring he doesn’t like me. I stepped back, afraid it might kick me.
“J, don’t be scared. You had me on your back.”
His voice drawn by a
