Chapter 10: Constellations

Henrik had to clear his throat a couple of times before we noticed his arrival. Harper and I were busy tongue wrestling while I had my legs wrapped around his waist. Embarrassed, he slowly dropped me on the floor while I rubbed the remnants of his essence from around my mouth. Henrik seemed pleased with himself stopping us mid-act; his crooked smile confirmed as much.

'Diet coke?', Henrik said as he offered me my drink first. 'Thanks', I replied, feeling ashamed of being caught in the middle of a sultry act.

He handed Harper his beer and we turned our attention to the field as the horses were being led to the starting gates. They were majestic-looking thoroughbreds, prancing forward and tossing their heads and nickering. It reminded me of my horse riding lessons when I was younger. Some of my favorite memories on the field were of me riding Carolina, an American Quarter. I gave up horse riding altogether when she passed away eight years ago.