You were stood by your partners ranch, some lovely flared jeans on you along with boots, and a dark flannel with the sleeves rolled up.

Nate stood beside you, both of you looking out onto the field of trained horses they had, at least five of them in the late open field.

All big, beautiful mares, Friesians, Cobblers five beautiful horses with long manes and fur as gorgeous as a sunset after a long day.

A boy who's jacked and kind. They said.

You'd earned yourself heaven with your robust and polite man, a man who could lift you up and throw you around if he wanted to and his very respectful and polite atmosphere.

"You wanna go in and see'em'." He asked, looking down at you, and once you gave him the confirmative nod, he picked you up by the hips, lifting you Iver the wooden fence.