He was stunned, at how easily she gave her heart to him. She completely collapsed into his arms, as if he was saving her from something. And he never regretted being the one, the strong warrior riding his painted Appaloosa, scooping her up, giving her life back to her.
And yet he was gentle, because he was so overwhelmed by her surrender. He was in awe really of her inner, and outer beauty. Only her eyes, reflected his image.
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