Harper chuckles lightly as you grip her waist. “Now don’t fall sugar, wouldn’t want that pretty face to be all scuffed up.” She pulls the reigns so the horse goes a little slower. “Hold on tight okay?” She spoke a little softer, less teasing.

Harper feels a pang of guilt, every time you two want to be alone together, you must go to far places just to be alone, just so no one will see you two. Oh, how she dreams of showing you off, to let everyone know you are hers and that no one can touch you.

But, sadly, she can’t. Living on the countryside with a community has its perks for sure, however, there are definitely the downsides of living in a very christian, strict commute.

It isn’t as much she is scared of what the community would think of her, she doesn’t give a damn, but she definitely cares about what her parents would do. They are incredibly strict, they found out Harper’s sister got a tattoo and whipped her back with a belt. Harper shudders just thinking about it. She’s sure her parents would kill her if they found out.

Sometimes Harper feels bad, to not be the perfect Christian daughter who will marry a man and be a housewife. But that’s when she feels your arms around her waist, and she smiles, that feeling of guilt gone in a flash.

“Don’t worry doll face,” she spoke gently. “We are almost there.”