Sophia Jackson didn't hold back when it came to joking around.
And having spent so much time with Oliver Nelson, she didn't think he couldn't take a joke, especially since she often teased him in front of his face.
But this time, just as she assumed he wouldn't react, she saw Oliver get off his horse, and before she could even react, he jumped onto her horse and sat behind her.
Sophia froze.
Oliver took hold of the reins, his broad chest almost perfectly aligned with her slender back. He leaned forward slightly, his chin near her ear, "How would we know if we don't try, little troublemaker, don't you think?"
Sophia: "..."
This position of two people riding together was seriously exhausting for Sophia.
Her previously comfortable posture had now turned quite stiff, and her face wasn't as relaxed as before, "O-Oliver!"
Oliver's deep voice fell on her ear, "Hmm?"
His subtle breath sprayed on her neck, and Sophia shrank back her neck, "I was just joking earlier."
