Azel's brows furrowed worriedly for the second time. "You're stiff again, Milady." He voiced. "Are you sure I'm not making you uncomfortable? If I am, you could go behind me—"
"No!" Adelia exclaimed almost immediately and as soon as she realized, her hand flew to her mouth in mild horror. "I mean… It's fine, truly. Again… I'm… just not used to things like this."
Azel's brows creased a little more, he looked nearly pained as he said with a small chuckle. "I'll… remember that."
His head was directly above hers and her hair, directly beneath his nose. Her scent penetrated him, intoxicating him and he began to think if this single horse arrangement was ever a good idea to begin with.
Azel's heart began to race, and for some odd reason, he worried that she would hear it or worse, feel it through their contact.
He swallowed. Surely, he wasn't the only one suffering from this… infernal, yet wonderful closeness they shared, was he?
Apparently not.