“By blindfolding me? I don’t think so.” I argue and hear Devin chuckle lowly in my ear.
“I’ll be blindfolded, too.”
“Dev, this is stupid, not to mention horrifically dangerous.”
“Do you want to shower or not?” He asks.
“Not like this!”
“Fine, then I’ll shower, and you can just stand there. I don’t know about you, but I can’t go another day without a shower, let alone a week.”
“A week?” I stammer, turning my head when I feel him shift from behind me to stand in front of me again.
“Who knows how long your dad will keep us bound together. At the rate we’re going, I don’t see us getting out of these anytime soon.” I groan, 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.
“What have you tied around our eyes?”
“My shirt.”
“Oh,”
“You go ahead and lead. You know your way around the bathroom better than I do.” I nod and move around him, feeling my way around toward the shower. I stop when I feel the glass, and Devin walks into me. His hand instinctively goes to my hip, and I bite my lip. This idea is so ludicrous. Nothing good is going to come of this. We’re either going to fall over and injure ourselves or worse, shit’s going to get dicey. I hear the distinct sound of a zipper being undone, followed by the material being dropped on the floor.
I suppose it's my turn to take my clothes off. My fingers tremble as I unbutton my trousers and slowly unfasten the zipper on the side before I shimmy and step out of them. I unbutton my blouse and let it slide off my shoulders before I slip my free arm out of it. I struggle with the other that’s handcuffed until I feel Dev’s warm hand wrap around mine. My heart leaps up to my throat when his fingers fiddle with the opening of the sleeve for a second before he grips the sleeve and tears it off.
I gulp.
“You good?” Devin questions and I stupidly nod as if he could see me. Wait, what if he’s taken his blindfold off? I’d have no way of knowing unless…well, it wouldn’t hurt to be sure. I pull down my blindfold a little to check to see if his was still on and sigh, relieved when I see it is. I allow my eyes to rake over the length of him. Oh, mama, what a fine specimen of a man he is. There he stood in only a pair of black Armani boxers looking good enough to devour with his bulging muscles and those sexy pulsing veins running down the length of his arms. He has a tribal tattoo over his left shoulder. “Tinks?”
I jump out of my lewd thoughts and yank the blindfold back up over my eyes before I’m caught ogling at him. I’m going to hell. “Yeah, I-I’m good.”
“Lead the way then.” He chuckles, and I wince inwardly as I turn and pull the door open to the shower and step in, Devin following me closely. The shower is big enough to fit two but not comfortably without touching.
I don’t know how we’re going to manage this but here goes…