Ego

Eyebrows furrowed in response to his mockery. The sounds of lives other than their own in the forest unsettled her. The black cloak felt heavy suddenly, and she worried about making a fool of herself getting on the horse. How was she to ride wearing a dress? “Oh, I am sorry, did I hurt your ego? Should I kiss it to make it feel better?” Returning the sarcasm, she grabbed his hand. A flush of heat ran through her body, and she avoided eye contact at that point. Gripping his hand a little harder, she lifted her leg and placed her foot in the stirrup. Her dark brown leather boots only provide so much coverage- especially at the sole of her shoe. She could feel the stirrup in the arch of her foot.