15

Ginevra

“Tell me your darkest secret.”

I look at him confused before I bubble over with laughter.

“You are such a maniac.”

He smiles as he takes a pull off the cigarette we are sharing before handing it over to me. We are cuddled into a love seat because I didn’t feel comfortable to stay on the bed, after all that mess we did on it already. The ridiculous thing is that, because of some kind of strange fetish-destiny, we are still wearing our masks. I feel like he tried to get mine off a few times while I was completely under his mercy, and I’m thankful he refrained from it eventually.

“I have no dark secret, Mr.”

He chuckles as I lean forward to put the cigarette out. I feel his fingertips slide over my spine, caressing my skin gently. Goosebumps rise, covering my skin in them completely. Even with all the effort I put into the thought, I can’t remember ever feeling this way for a man. Not even slightly. Also, I can’t explain the explosive attraction there is between us or the wa