The horse trotted along the serene vineyard with the couple. Lillian was trying not to focus on the proximity between her and Lucas but it was hard to ignore. She could feel his strong arms caging her from both sides, protecting her from a fall. He was trying not to touch her but the occasionally accidental brushes made her heart leap. His musky cologne was hypnotizing her senses, making it impossible for her to think of anything else.
Lucas, on the other hand, was trying to protect her from falling off the horse. He was an expert rider who understood the animal well. Usually, he would be directing the horses to run but for Lillian's sake, he slowed down the horse's pace, making sure that Snow was not going too fast.
As if trying to distract herself from him, Lillian cleared her throat.
"Where did you learn how to ride a horse?" she asked.
He was quiet for a while before replying, "My mother taught me."