You're trying to get on the horse alone and almost lose your balance.

Arthur crosses his arms, watching.

"That was… impressive."

You roll your eyes.

He approaches, holding your waist to stabilize you.

The touch is firm, warm.

"If you're going to fall, at least warn me beforehand."

You say you don't need help.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course you don't. But I'm here anyway."

His hand lingers a second longer before pulling away.