He pumps into me, and I can feel his hot release flooding me. He collapses on top of me, his breath ragged, his body trembling.
He removes the blindfold, kisses me, smiles. “Are you okay?”
“I’m a changed woman,” I tell him.
He looks over his shoulder, and I see his phone on a tripod.
My mouth falls open. “I got blindfolded, tied up, devoured until I begged you to stop,andyou recorded it? I’m so lucky.”
“Seems like you got a three-for-one deal,” he says. “Not many things left on your list now.”
He unties my hands, and I wrap my arms around him.
“Do you think we’ll be able to complete it?”
Nick laughs, then presses kisses to my neck and shoulders. “It’s my civic duty.”
When he pulls back and I meet his light-brown eyes, I’ve never felt more alive or wanted. I understand that he was creating one last perfect memory before our reality check, and it’s so damn thoughtful.
Nick kisses me one last time, then moves to the phone and turns it off.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, sitting up.
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” he says over his shoulder.
We both know, but neither of us will say it until Halloween.
“Okay,” I say. Seeing his naked body against the fall colors in the backdrop has me taking pause. “Now I don’t want to leave.”
He laughs, but it’s tinged with sadness. “Shower? Pack? Then face the world?”
“That’s a logical order.”
We move through our morning routine, but everything feels heavy.
“You okay?” Nick asks as I fold my clothes into my duffel.
“Just memorizing it all.”
“We can come back.”
I zip my bag. “This has been a fantasy, Nick. A beautiful, perfect fantasy. But none of this is real life.”
He crosses to me, cupping my face. “It can be.”
“I know. I just mean?—”
“I know what you mean. We’re safe here, but it’s not reality.” He kisses me. “Being alone with you is the only time we get without interruptions. Outside of our private walls, there are spotlights.”
“And you really don’t think it will ever stop?”
“Slow down? Yes. Stop completely? No. That’s an unrealistic expectation.”
My phone buzzes, pulling us away.
Mom
I just got a text from Blaire. Craig has been by the shop every day, asking about you. I contacted his mother. She told me to mind my own business.
