*Summer*
Finally, my feet are on firm ground, but I can’t say the same of my imaginings. I am aware of him in ways I have never been before. The breadth of his shoulders. I have noticed them but have never considered how comforting it might be to lay my head in the hollow of one of them.
With the nearly full moon, I can see there is a thickness to the stubble on his jaw that hadn't been there before. He is no longer a lad on the cusp of manhood but has stepped over it in a most magnificent way.
Oh Goddess, help me. I want his hands on more than my waist. I want them in places that only my mate should ever have the privilege of touching.
I am grateful, and disappointed, when Misty's whinny breaks the spell and Dion releases me.
Swinging around and walking toward the paddock, I come up
