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The terrain of childhood shapes the soul, and the soul never forgets

It doesn’t forget the fields of Julep Ranch under the watercolor sky

The earthy scent of grass beneath Barnabe’s heavy hooves

The chirp of insects in the parched summer breeze

Or Conor Cassidy, the sexiest girl in Oklahoainst my back

I clutch the edges ofbreaths

Barnabe, s as he lopes along the dusty trail

Behind ainst mine and slips a warm hand beneath the front of my shirt

Now I’ry That’s what she does to elded horse, a beast with fire in his veins, bucking and panting at the whiff of a mare in heat

I don’t have to glance back to see her expression With her chin tilted skyward, red hair ablaze, and guitar strapped to her back, I know she’s curving those plu warht

She loves this land as much as I do

She loves me

And this is our night

I’ve hly as the terrain of our ten-thousand-acre ranch In a few hours, I’ll know her even better Deeper

I’ll know her in the most intimate way possible

Awareness crackles beneath ht, the static feels sharper, more frenzied, and lower Christ, the knot of electricity between , swollen, throbbing like an angry heartbeat

To think, I jerked off twice before I headed out Lot of good that did ive myself

The cantering stampede of two horses approaches fro the trail while blowing a kiss at Conor

My twin brother ht look like me, but we’re not identical His hair’s darker, his eyes a paler shade of brown So, and ht out of their panties whenever he winks at them

“I thought Eht,” I say at his back