“Helen’s American,” said Rupert. Christ, these poets get away with murder. “What would you like to do?” said Rupert, his ingenuity working overtime. Unlike the others, he didn’t look bandy-legged or stout, or diminished by not being on a horse.
Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Horses lose their precision if you rest them too long. “Were you scared?”“Not as much as I thought I was going to be. Lying on top of her, Jake slowly returned to earth, kissing her freckled shoulders, gently nibbling the lobes of her ears.
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