Kieran helped you onto the saddle, his hand holding onto yours tightly. He could be quite clingy, and that was obvious with the way he held onto you.

After you were secured onto your horse, he mounted onto his own — and nudged the steed forward into a slow trot.

“I know this really nice spot. I was hoping we could have a picnic there.” He cleared his throat nervously, his face flushed as he rode beside you.

This wasn’t your first date, but he always made it feel that way.