We settle into our seats. I notice he’s cleaned the interior for the occasion. “One more thing. Close your eyes, please?” I comply, and Phil slips a soft cloth over my tightened lids and ties it behind my head, taking care not to tangle my hair. This is not what I was expecting. “Hey, what—” I tug at the blindfold. “No. Don’t. I want it to be a surprise till we get there.” “Fine.” I squirm in my seat. “As long as we’re not going to a bondage club. This is not my dominatrix outfit.” Phil laughs. “I hope I get to see it one day.” Then he leans in and kisses my awaiting lips.
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