GDC 156

A breeze blew, and strands of Annette’s pale blonde hair brushed against Loic’s neck.

Before he could even register it, heat flared in the pit of his stomach.

Startled by the sudden tension, Loic guided the horse forward slowly.

“Are we not running on the way back?” Annette glanced back at him with an innocent face.

“Do you want to run?”

He tried to sound calm, but the end of his voice shook miserably.

He didn’t trust himself to run again like earlier— it might be too stimulating for his already sensitive body.

“No, I like this too. The scenery is nice.”

Annette smiled and looked forward again.

Now that she was relaxed, she leaned her back more comfortably against him.

That light contact kept making his thoughts wander to the softness hidden beneath her clothes.

Loic discreetly pulled his waist back so she wouldn’t notice.

‘What was that toll…