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I knew how that sounded.

Desperate.

Needy.

But with him, it didn’t seem like I gave a fuck.

He moved one of his hands to his pants.

I watched as he slide his gloved hand in the side of his tactical pants.

My mouth opened in a shocked “O” when I watch him pull out a bandana of some sort.

Looking back up at him, I watch as he takes both of his hands and folds it.

He brought a blindfold.

My heart sped up.

He uses one finger and makes a twirling motion.

I turned around quickly.

My eyes looked around at the trees as I wait for him to put it over my eyes.

I was putting my full trust into this man.

A man that I technicality did not know.

I was trusting him in an unknown wooded area just outside where all my friends were.

My eyesight blacks out as he covers them.

My hearing perks up, and my other senses intensify.

His hands rest on my shoulders as I am turned around.

I reached out my hands to make contact with him.

My tongue snakes out to moisten my lips.

I go to stand on my tippy toes to reach him faster.

My hands move up to touch his neck.

It was bare.

No black cloth covering it.

Oh my god.

My fingers moved upwards to rest on his face.

His bare face.

I didn’t know if he just moved up his mask, or if he took it off completely.

Either way, my body was excited and I wanted nothing more than to rip off this blindfold and feast my eyes on who he was.