He guided her gently toward the couch, the soft cushions swallowing the faint echo of their steps. The world fell away, and in its place rose the sound of a slow, steady pulse—the rhythm of their hearts beating in unison.
He guided her hand to his own chest, the steady drum of his heartbeat echoing through the fabric of the blindfold. Kay could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breath. The sensation was intimate, grounding—an unspoken promise that the night was theirs alone. touchmywife220211kaylovelyblindfoldbbca