No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 27- Horseback

"Testing what?!"

I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it be nice to have sex out here?"

Mikha gasped so loudly, I thought she was about to pass out.

"AIAH!" she shrieked again, whipping around and smacking my arm repeatedly. "You are unbelievable!"

I threw my head back, laughing, loving every second of her reaction. "What? It's a valid idea! Open space, fresh air, no one around-"

Mikha groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my God, I hate you."

I grinned, pressing a lingering kiss on her shoulder. "No, you don't."

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, but I could see the way her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile.

And that was my favorite thing about her-no matter how much I teased, no matter how flustered she got...

She was always, always mine.

After our little horseback ride (and after Mikha finished scolding me for my "inappropriate behavior"), we finally arrived back at the stables. Mikha hopped off the horse first, shaking her head as if trying to shake off my teasing.

I, on the other hand, took my time. Stretching lazily, I watched as Mikha patted the horse's neck, murmuring something softly. My gaze lingered on her-how the sunlight made her skin glow, how her ponytail swayed as she moved.

Damn. She was beautiful.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" Mikha asked, arching a brow as she turned to me.

I smirked. "Why? Do you like it when I stare?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, we should freshen up before heading back."

We walked toward the small rest house near the stables, a cozy little retreat surrounded by trees. As soon as we stepped inside, Mikha grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off her neck. I, however, had other ideas.

I came up behind her, snaking my arms around her waist once more.

"Aiah..." she warned.

I hummed, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. "Hmm?"

She sighed. "I know that tone. Stop whatever you're planning."

I chuckled against her skin, pressing a slow, teasing kiss on her shoulder. "I'm not planning anything, baby. I just want to hold you."

She turned around, crossing her arms. "Really? Because every time you say that, you end up doing something else."

I grinned, unbothered. "Can you blame me?"

Mikha opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted when her phone buzzed on the table. She quickly grabbed it, checking the screen.

Her expression shifted.

"Who is it?" I asked, curious.

Mikha hesitated for a second before answering. "It's from Navarro Enterprises. Something about an urgent client meeting."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Work ruins everything."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "It's called responsibility, Miss CEO."

I groaned dramatically. "Fine, fine. But you owe me."

Mikha smirked this time, stepping closer and placing a quick, teasing kiss on my lips. "We'll see."