Cooper took a long, uninhibited look and couldn’t regret the turn things had taken. Blindfolded and barefoot, with his shirt untucked and the first couple of buttons undone and his hair in disarray from Cooper’s fingers, Park should have looked utterly vulnerable, but he didn’t. There was a predatory sort of stillness to him as he easily tracked Cooper. The juxtaposition of it was, well, erotic, for some reason. Like the blindfold had done nothing but highlight certain qualities Park usually kept hidden.
