The night passed in passion. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another. Eric had proven over and over again how much of a powerful, dominating lover he could be, though we never moved on from the blindfold. Even that failed to make an appearance again. We just gazed at one another, watched our passion unfold in our eyes, on our lips. We just couldn’t get enough.
Finally, as the sunlight replaced the moon’s, we lay in bed, calm, sated, holding each other. My head was on his chest, and he played idly with my messy hair. Nothing could have felt more right.
“It’s morning.” He mumbled.
I turned my head to look up at him and found him looking at the window, his gaze thoughtful. “Yes, and?” I asked teasingly.
“You should return to your rooms.” He looked back at me again and moved a stray str
