An older couple was looking at us, scandalized. I waved to them. They looked away in a huff. Nathan chuckled.
"I'm a bad influence on you," he said.
"You are," I agreed. "I was a model daughter before I met you. Now look at me, sneaking off on dates with a boy and making out in public." I tsked and shook my head mockingly. "Look what you've turned me into."
"I could turn you into a lot worse," he said, voice lowering. "There's so many bad things I'd like to do to you."
My insides fluttered, turning hot and achey.
"And what exactly would those things be?" I asked, pressing closer until our hips fit together.
He brought his lips to my ear and murmured. "You remember that blindfold?"
I let out a small whimper as my inner muscles clenched.
"It comes with matching handcuffs," he added.
"Oh god…" I breathed. "Really?"
He nipped on my ear. "Really."
And for the second time in my life, I said words I never thought I'd hear myself say.
"Then let's get out of here."
