One more session…
Would she leave when they were done?
Would she believe me if I told her I was still unstable?
Or…
My guts twisted as I raked the tips of my claws up and down her arm, enjoying how her skin would raise in small goosebumps wherever I touched her.
Would she accept me if I took off the blindfold?
Shifting, I leaned back from her, trailing my fingers down her arms until I found her hands.
“Want to play a game?” I asked, moving to sit up.
Two taps on the top of my hand.
Holding my hands palm-up, I waited. “Hold your hands slightly above mine.”
I lifted my finger up, poking her palm to check that she was doing it.
I waited for a breath before moving to hit her palms. But instead of striking her, my hands swashed through the air.
Her soft laugh, hushed and attempting to mask her voice, filled the room as I moved my hands to do it again.
Once again, I missed.
I cocked my head, letting a slow smile play on my lips. “Are you cheating, Flower?” My voice dropped to a whisper, laced with mock accusation as I leaned forward, slightly. “Because, as you well know, I can’t see you. And I must admit…” I clicked my tongue. “If youwerecheating a blind man, that would make you, tragically, morally corrupt.”
A single tap on my palm.
“Then perhaps I am just bad at this game, then?”
Two taps.
I scoffed in mock offense, then moved without warning. I caught her wrists and yanked her down with me as I fell backward onto the bed. She landed on my chest, breath catching as her body molded to mine.
Her heart thundered between us, her scent blooming, saturating the air with notes that drove every rational thought from my mind.
“Are you sure I have to wear this?” I murmured, brushing the edge of the silk blindfold.
Her nails drag up my bare chest—leaving fire in their wake—sending a thrill down my spine as she worked her way up to my lips, tapping twice.
“Very well, Flower,” I resigned, longing blooming in my heart, twisting around it like a vine. “Though, I do hope you trust me enough one day to let me see you.”
One tap on my lips.
I exhaled slowly. “Coffee,” I said, the word practically a prayer. “I should make you a coffee.”
Without warning, I sat up, pulling her with me as I threw her over my shoulder. A soft shriek escaped her as her hands began wildly slapping my back.
“Relax, Flower, I will not drop you. Have some trust in me.”
I traced the wall with the pads of my fingers as I made my way to the kitchen, my arm tight around Harper’s waist as she wiggled in my grip.
Lifting my hand from the wall, I slapped her ass, earning a soft gasp.
“Still yourself, Flower.”
