As Zayne led the way out of the camp, Rose stopped thinking of where his hands were placed for a moment as she once again got to enjoy riding a horse. She would love nothing more than to take the reins and be the one stirring the horse but knew she and Zayne would end up falling.
Rose tried to look back at the others behind them but Zayne's broad shoulders were not making it easy for her. Should she lean forward too much she might slip off the horse and Zayne would have to catch her.
"We've not gone far yet and you cannot sit still. Are you confident that I will hold you so tight that you do not slip off?" Zayne asked, being more firm with how he held her so she would not slip.
"Sorry," Rose apologised, trying not to move now. "There was much to see."
She had already broken what she promised him last night that she would sit still so it didn't feel like she was present.
