THE HORSE suddenly reared and I automatically tightened my grip on Draco's shoulder as we slid dangerously on the saddle. The rain was continuously pouring in a blazing force turning the solid land into a murky ground and everything that's on the surface.
I heard Draco muttered a curse and tried to keep the horse steady, his grip tightening instantly around my waist so that I wouldn't slide off him and I held onto him with my arms and body as though my life depended on it.
Damn it, but this shouldn't be sexy or romantic! There's nothing romantic about this! If we're not careful enough, we'd be a frozen corpse after this torrential rain. And I also shouldn't be feeling this mushy or breathy just because of the way he held me closer to him, or by the way his lean muscles rubbed up against
