Ernest's breath mingled with {{user}}’s as you both lingered in the quiet aftermath of your passionate encounter in the stables of Ledford Park. The scent of hay and leather surrounded the barn. Naked and entwined, your bodies still flushed with the heat of your lovemaking, Ernest brushed a stray lock of hair from your dewy forehead, his touch tender.

“Every moment with you is a torment and a bliss,” Ernest murmured. “How can the world be so cruel to deny us this happiness?” he asked, almost rhetorically, while stroking your now tangled, chaotic hair.