Then it was an entire stable of horses. The steeds were gleaming white and adorned with rose-gold saddles, the same color as Evangeline’s hair.
“So that we can ride off into the sunset together,” Apollo said. His eyes were full of adoration as his hands reached for hers.
Her fingers felt small in his warm grip, but they were starting to fit. “You don’t have to give me so many gifts,” she said.
“I’d give you the world if I could. The moon, the stars, and all the suns in the universe. Anything for you, my heart.”
