“You are my Horsie. My very own Horsie.”
Sandy leaned into the comfort of arms wrapped around him. His angel, his very own angel, was only for him.
She squeezed him and planted a warm, wet kiss just above his right eye. “Can you give me a ride? A ridie?” Baby talk. Mushy baby talk. Childish but effective.
Sandy was ready to rise from the bed and let his angel cling to his back for a romp around the house. Around the block if she wanted.
But the trainer said – Be careful. Only in moderation. Too much can lead to back strain.
“Maybe not so ridie right now.” His angel kissed him again. “Maybe short ridie later.” She knew the restrictions of the trainer.
“Maybe Sandy needs to do something to me.” She tongued his ear and stroked his neck.
Sandy smiled and relaxed. His angel was only for him.
Deadly Angel author Andrew Cofrin
