But with Leo…it wasn’t the same. I found myself seeking what I once thought was juvenile—a warm embrace, soothing words, a graze of a finger against my anxious pulse. Even now, on the back of this horse, our bodies forced together in a way that would have once made discomfort blare through me…I felt calm. As calm as I could be, anyway. When the horse jolted and his hand shifted to my thigh, that calmness morphed into something more.
