Page 72 of Save A Horse
We walked back to the truck, leaving my dad tofinish the fence himself. Colt grabbed the bag he had packed with sandwiches, chips, and some fruit, along with the water I threw in there, and we headed off in the field.
Seeing my dad and Colt interact today has been special. I could be open with him about mine and Colt’s relationship. I always wanted my parents to love and to accept who I was dating, and it was kind of fitting that my dad was the only one who knew about us being together. He has been amazing during this, and he has been so supportive. Having his approval means a lot to me.
As we sat down to eat, Colt spread a thin blanket down onto the grass. He emptied out the bag, handing me a bottle of water and a sandwich, and placing the chips and fruit in the middle of us. I looked around us and felt so much peace being surrounded by only Colt and nature.
We enjoyed our food, Colt casually feeding me a grape every now and then. Each time, I looked into his eyes and saw a sparkle. His face was lit up with the biggest smile, and his eyeswere only on me. He never took them off me.
It made me feel special.
He made me feel special.
“This is perfect.”
“It is. So, what gave you the idea to have a picnic?”
“Honestly, I thought of it on the spot. I knew we both wanted to spend some time alone together, and I knew how much you loved being out in the field, enjoying the view. I thought this would be a good way to do those things.”
“Well, you did good, cowboy.” He grinned, and it was everything I could do to hold myself back. All I wanted to do was kiss him.
Suddenly, I gave in to temptation. I giggled a little as I settled on his lap, a leg on either side of him. I forgot all about the picnic for a moment as our lips met. At first, the kiss was slow and teasing. Then, it deepened with a hunger that I felt with every kiss and touch from Colt.
My fingers simultaneously found their way to his hair, intertwining between the strands, as my lips continued to taste his. I pulled him closer as I felt his rough, calloused hands around my waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on my skin.
Our kiss broke, and I was absolutely breathless and flushed. I looked at Colt’s face and could see that he was the same, hearing his heavy breathing and noticing the red tint to his skin. I rested my forehead against his, placing a hand on his chest where his heart would be. We were in sync as I felt the pounding in his chest.
“Wow.” I looked up at him.
“Well, cowboy. What do you think?”
“I think you sure know how to take my breath away…in a good way.” He reached up and gently brushed a stray strand of her hair from my face, placing it behind my ear.
He held me tightly for a moment, and I buried my face in his neck. I took in his familiar, woodsy scent. I felt the strong, solid strength of his body against my own. I was captivated by him and by his touch.
I carefully turned around, so I didn’t knee him between the legs. I lay against him, my head on his lap where I could look up at him or out at the scenery around us, and my legs extended out from me on the blanket. Colt placed an arm around my hip, and I nestled against him, feeling so much safety and comfort in his presence. The world was fading away again, and I was cocooned in a bubble of love and affection held by him. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in how calm I felt.
Colt leaned down and kissed me softly, a tender peck that spoke volumes in this moment. Colt was being so gentle with me, allowing me to take control, and I was thankful for him.
I thought of all the reasons why Colt was so special to me and why I felt so safe when I was with him.
He listens to me.
He cares about me.
He doesn’t judge me.
He makes me feel good about myself.
He is encouraging.
He is adventurous.
He is caring.
He makes an effort to plan things and make our moments together meaningful.
He takes an interest in what I’m doing and how I’m feeling.
He treats me like I matter.
