I put my boot in his hand, and he lifts me into the saddle, only for my other boot to be left planted on the ground. “Ah.” He bends down and picks it up. “They’re a bit large,” I admit, flushing a little. “May I?” I swallow, then extend my stockinged foot. He takes my ankle gently and slides the boot on, then ties it more securely. I wait in silence, watching the top of his bowed head, as my heart flutters up my throat.
