I start to remove my hand and she slips, then grabs onto my bicep with both hands, her nails clenching my jacket. The late afternoon sun casts orange shadows on her pale face and parted lips. Her blonde strands fly in the wind and get in her mouth and blow over the blindfold. She looks so beautiful with her hair down, especially since it’s grown to reach her shoulders. I wrap an arm around her waist and whisper in her ear,
