

Dakota's Star: Chapter OneFor the slightest moment, the rhythm of the horses trot matches Dakotas heartbeat. I would know, because my hand is firmly wrapped around his shoulder; across his heart. The wind flows through his hair and sends the scent of radiant, scarlet brown hair right to my heart. Every part of me loves this, besides the pain of riding bare-back, because riding on the back of a horse, wrapped around Dakota is all Ill ever want, whether Id be willing to admit it or not. The colors of the distant horizon reflect off the skin of his cheekbones.Dakota's Star: Chapter One
Now, we are leaving the small park his uncle owned on the miles of his property.
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