I panicked for a bit as I balanced precariously on top of Storm, my two legs dangling helplessly over one side, unsure where to hold on.
Storm wasn't even moving, but I felt like I could fall anytime. I was so high up!
"Relax," Luca said. He stepped on the stirrup and hoisted himself up. He straddled the horse with his other leg and settled heavily behind me.
My anxiety about falling off lessened a bit, but the uneasy sensation was still growing because of another reason.
Luca's body was too close!
The boat-like shape of the saddle ensured our bodies were squeezed together. My thighs were pressed against his left leg, and I tried to angle myself a bit more forward out of sheer embarrassment.
Luca also seemed unsettled by it. He, too, did not realize how much of a tight fit the two of us would be.
For a moment, we awkwardly struggled, trying to put some space between us, but it was of no use.
