Sunset walk after dinner. To clear my head. Tonight my father announced my betrothal to a disgusting man, for the sake of the family.
The trail was empty except the squirrels. I break through the clearing and I hear a group of men speaking Spanish at the edge of the city overlook.
Crap. It’s them. The rival family. If i back through the trees, I might make it without sparking a new family war. Zero contact and I’m on their turf.
The wind blows across the trail… I smell you… your musk. It stopped me in my tracks and I turned… I see the way you move, tall, dark, with a broad chest. You command the respect of men, men who would easily crumble at your will.
The wind shifts and you catch my scent. You turn to my direction instinctively. You stand still, making sure it’s unmistakable. That scent. Everything else falls away as you walk away from the other men, business can wait.
I’m wet and ready to be bred, yet still unbroken. But you already know that. I back further into the thicket. I’m unprotected and outnumbered.