DANA
I guess what they say about horses smelling people's fear is much closer to reality than fiction. As Stallion took its first gallop and the sound of trampled grasses sounded like drumroll on my chest, I felt Ivor's breath on my neck, chilling, causing goosebumps that I know would not go away.
"are you feeling okay? what did I tell you, this is amazing!"
I don't know which part of this is okay. My sweats were rolling down my cheeks and neck. My heart was beating like its storming out of its cage. And most of all, everything of that doesn't come close to this proximity. The dangerous closeness. The fatal shortness of breath.
"can you tell it to go slower?"
"you have the reins, Dana."
Yes, right. I do have the reins… but he has it, too. His hand was over mine, gripping it gently and gripping it too hard when the horse neighs.
"please, make it slower. I feel like I'm falling down!"
