Melting The Ice Captain
“I was unsure, and I was given a pony, yet I decided to ride a stallion. It wasn't just embarrassing, babe—it was stupid of me.”
“I thought you were hot,” I joked, flashing my teeth. He chuckled, placing a kiss on my head.
“You better.”
“Heyy… I'm just saying. I mean, you are a sexy captain who somehow rode a horse. Of fucking course you were hot.”
I smiled as I fanned myself with my hands. We both walked down the road, staring at the large expanse of the farm, its wide range and many other things. After a three-hour walk around a quarter of the farm, we both decided to retire back to the tents, but first, we had to stop for dinner.