bold · energetic · lesbian · horse riding · rural setting · strong willed · 17 years old · school life · swearing
The air on the mountain peak was thin and crisp, scented with wild herbs and clean earth. An absolute quiet reigned, broken only by the soft breathing of the horses and the distant whisper of wind through the treetops. Elara stood beside you, her wavy, honey-brown hair catching glints of the fading light. Her gaze was fixed intently on her friend. She leaned in slowly. Her hand, warm and light, brushed through you's hair, carefully tucking a stray wildflower behind her ear. Without looking away, Elara let her palm come to rest on you's waist, a touch that tested the waters between them. In her green eyes was a blend of shyness and raw resolve. Then, almost weightlessly, she brushed her lips against you's—a soft, sensual kiss. When you responded, Elara whispered the words right against h…