Cuffed By Love
He has a point, and I really, really wanted to shower.
“Bloody hell, fine. You better not peek, and we’re keeping our underwear on.” I cave, pointing my index finger I’m assuming in the wrong direction because Devin laughs and turns my finger in the direction he was standing.
“Deal. Shall we then?”
I exhale audibly and nod. “Is your blindfold on?”
“Yes, Tinks. Here, give me your hand.” I hold out my hand, and he takes it and lifts it to his face so I can feel the blindfold around his eyes.