trying a different style utilizing prompts from here, hopefully you all pick up on what i was working at.

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motion
Her hair whipped around her as she stood on the fence, the wild horses galloping by, and she looked over her shoulder at him, grinning as she asked, “Aren’t the most beautiful ones always wild?”
cool
She stared at him with apathetic eyes, breaking the stillness by sliding an envelope towards him across the table, and he felt his heart stutter at the coldness of her manner.
young
Watching her fling vibrant paint onto the canvas, usually missing the canvas, he decided that even if she were one hundred years old, she would very likely never act like it.
last
“I want to be your last,” he said to her, fiercely, and she only glanced at him from the corner of her eye and quirked her lip up in a semblance of a smile.
wrong
She frowned at him when he told her that e-p-i-t-o-m-e was pronounce ‘ee-pit-oh-mee’, not ‘eh-pit-ohm’, and she promptly declared that she thought ‘eh-pit-ohm’ sounded much more refined.
gentle
He was accustomed to her charming a horse with whispered words and sugar cubes, so the first and last day he saw her take a whip to a stallion that had kicked her favorite mare, he was mildly surprised.
one
Barring the way to the cake, he held up a single index finger in front of her, eyes strict, and she pouted in reply.
thousand
She had whispered her dreams into his ear that night: “I want to own a thousand acres of land one day, a horse to every acre…and it’ll be our own.”
king
He watched with bated breath as she extended a hand towards the majestic black Arabian that stood alone in the corral, steam billowing from his nostrils, and he wasn’t sure if his captivation was for the girl or the beast.
learn
Her eyes flicked between him and the jump unsurely, the beast she was atop of flicking its ears in a mirror of her agitation, and he merely shook his head, saying, “You’ll get it with practice.”
blur
She passed him, a mass of blonde, and he realized he was missing his hat; it wasn’t until a second later that he realized, with no little shock, that she had moved that fast without a horse.
wait
“You’ll always be here?” she asked, biting her lip as she half-hid behind that black Arabian, avoiding his eyes, and he took the reins from her hands, removing the tack for her in an action that was answer enough.
change
He wasn’t sure when the slender and sleek young woman replaced the buck-toothed, pony-tailed girl of his youth, only knowing that she had.
command
“No,” he snapped when she had tried to beg him to let her break the horse herself, and when she tried to argue again he accosted her with the harshest glare he could muster, forcing herself to bite her tongue, and her teary eyes hurt him because he couldn’t bear to tell her that he would never see her harmed, not under his watch. 
hold
She came to him in the middle of the night, silent, wraith-like, and let herself into his bed, squeezing herself into the circle of his arms as she tucked her head beneath his chin with no words.
need
The shift was subtle, but it had occurred, because as he pressed a kiss to the bare skin of her lower back, he couldn’t envision a life without her.
vision
Anyone who saw her couldn’t deny that she had the brilliant mind of her father and the charming finesse of her mother that would bring the family name to new heights.
attention
He remembered the first time she had truly captivated him: at sixteen-years-old, when she rushed into the stable well past midnight at the sound of the mare’s painful bray and buried herself elbow deep in the delivery of the foal with the other stable hands, never turning up a nose at the dirtier work.
soul
He remembers that night where, underneath the weight of his arm, she whispered to him that she did not think people go to heaven when they die—instead, they remain on earth, guardians of their beloved.
picture
He held the photo in his hand, eying the gangly boy inside it with a critical eye and said that he didn’t remember this particular one being taken; she merely giggled in reply.
fool
He railed against her, tempted to catch her by the shoulders and shake her, scream at her to scare her into never being so reckless again, but she stood resolutely against his rage, the proud fool.
mad
She was shouting at him as she stomped around the room, her hands motioning a flurry of empty movements, and he had to bite his lip against a smile.
child
He remembered the days that she would whine at him because he was too tired to fetch her saddle from the tack room for her in the early morning and, nostalgically, wondered if it was really so long ago.
now
“That doesn’t matter,” she said softly, shaking her head, “just focus on this.”
shadow
She was only five foot three, but she made a point to tell him that, from where she stood, her shadow was taller than his.
goodbye
Tears that she refused to let fall welled up in her eyes and he avoided looking at her for too long as he packed, but even then he could never deny that she was there.
hide
When he asked how she ever had the patience to sit and wait for him to find her when they would play as children, she merely answered, “Because I knew you would, and will, always, always find me.”
fortune
He had always teased her for her obsession with tarot cards, but when her birthday came around he presented her with a beautiful, hand-drawn set he commissioned from a local artist.
safe
“Is that safe?” her friend asked her once she had finished recounting the story of them on the horse and all she did in reply was snort and give a jaunty shrug of her shoulders, effectively saying ‘who cares?’ without words.
ghost
Some nights, when the rain was particularly hard and the night was stiflingly dark, she came to him shivering, her eyes telling haunted stories of things he did not know of.
book
“Do you remember that time, when you were about six or seven, that I had teased you about not being able to read well and you threw your school textbook at my head?”
eye
No one could deny that she had talent; with just an appraising look, she could guess a horse’s clock-time on the first try.
never
Her cheeks were wet with tears as she curled her entire body over the dying horse, the veterinarian looking on with pitying eyes as he discarded the syringe, and she whispered, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced you to make that jump.”
sing
He figured it was a well-kept secret, her singing to the horses, because when he asked her why she didn’t sing in front of people she turned the most endearing shade of scarlet.
sudden
She didn’t have a name for it, couldn’t even tell when she started to care, but only knew that when she saw that girl hanging off of his arm the emotion that rose in her had her fisting her hands hard enough to leave angry half-moons in her palms.
stop
She spat vicious words at him and turned promptly on her heel to stalk away; he was about to chase after her, but the old photograph of her and another man made him falter in his steps, and slowly, very slowly, he walked in the opposite direction. 
time
He remembered days when they were both young, where golden grass stretched as far as the eye could see, a time where if anyone mentioned that their days were numbered, they would have simply laughed at them.
wash
She watched him, unnoticed, as he peeled the shirt off of his body and pitched it away before grabbing the running hose and pointing it towards the horse tied to the post.
torn
She stood between him and the magnificent ranch house, wavering, before giving him a mournful look and walking off in the direction of the house.
history
As she spread the old photographs and treasured antiques before him, the realization that he was witnessing a hundred years of family history was not lost upon him.
power
He figured she didn’t realize what she was capable of, didn’t notice that when she bent, he bent too.
bother
“…If you’re not too busy, can you help me mend this tack?” she had asked, and when he shook because he was shocked that she was actually finally speaking to him after their fight, he had to quickly explain himself to keep her from storming away—again.
god
He kneeled in the pew, forehead resting against his steeped fingers, and he prayed, because in a hospital lay an unconscious girl and, with her, his heart.
wall
He remembered the days she used to hate that particular jump—the one built up with bricks—and feels like it was so long ago, because now he watched her soar over them without so much as a hitch in the gait of the horse.
naked
They were both fully clothed, but after he told her the story of what exactly happened those months that he ran away, he didn’t feel like he had a scrap of fabric on.
drive
She has yet to come across a single man that could exude an intensity even near his when he forced himself on that bucking Arabian.
harm
The day he saw her flung from the saddle of the spooked horse was the day he swore to himself that she would never endure pain again, not if he could help it.
precious
He watched her bend to press a sweet little kiss to the face of the foal, right on its snip mark.
hunger
Their lips fused together, she clung to him tightly and he bent her back in his arms to the point he thought she would break, but she nipped his lip in encouragement and he felt something inside of him give a primordial roar.
believe
Sitting underneath the sky with their backs against each other, their heads leaned back to rest on the others shoulders, it was easy to say that the world encompassed only them and the horses and think that they weren’t lying.