Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

The cowboy kept up with her run well. She couldn't complain. Amalia tried to self-care, but the simple fact was. Sometimes she forgot and took care of everyone else first. It had caused issues one too many times. She realized as she ran that, that was part of her issue. She needed to be needed, needed to be liked and when she wasn't. Well, it didn't sit well, and that was something she'd have to get over.

. Finally, she slowed and then stopped. Heart beating against ivory and ebony. Gentle pants leaving her breath frosty in the air. She closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the sky, letting the sunlight filter across her face and nose, drying the tears that ran like rivulets down her dusky cheeks. Green eyes closed for the time being. A small smile on her face.

As she settled and her breathing grew even, she turned. And met the dark gaze of the male beside her. She licked along his cheek and nibbled at his ruff in silent thanks. Perhaps it bold, but she didn't care.

Thank you Reno. I needed that. She smiled and looked back up to the sky.