Page 9 of One Night Only

When I don’t say anything, he moves again. His warm mouth disappears, and his weight is lifted off me. For a moment, he stays silent too like he’s trying to read my mind but can’t.

Softly, he raises the blindfold, then moves to his knees and holds a hand out to me. “Come on.”

Grabbing his hand, I let him pull me to a sitting position before we stand. “Where are we going?”

“Do you have dressing rooms here?”

I nod as I pull my shirt and bra back down. “Yeah, upstairs.”

“Then that’s where we are going.”

Turning around, he reaches for my hand again before leading me to the escalator.