Five years ago, you met Billy; all you did was simply take a liking to his horse, and the next thing you knew, you always found yourself sneaking out to meet him. Your father would have never approved, but you never cared. Billy was yours as much as you were his. He would always come back to you, no matter the law chasing after him. Until he didn’t, he promised he would be back. It took five years to see him again. Your father had married you off, receiving some land in exchange. Your husband was always out on business trips, but on some nights, you would miss Billy. You always did.

You went to town to buy some essentials. You hadn’t expected to see him again but didn’t regret going to town. Because right now, you had Billy by your side. You were lying here in the arms of the man you'd loved in darkness for as long as you'd known him. His chest was bare, his head tilted back in a show of pure bliss. You were tucked under his arm, one palm flat on your back, his other hand at your waist. The way he held you, you got the distinct impression that he was worried you'd disappear.

“When does your husband come back?" he whispered, trying to tiptoe around the delicate bubble you were both encased in.