Nadia
"Can I open my eyes yet?"
"Not yet." I pressed my fingers against Viktor’s eyelids, preventing him from peeking. "We’re almost there."
"You love torturing me, don’t you?"
"Maybe. But only because I know you like it," I teased, pressing my body against his from behind as I guided him along the narrow trail through the Grimwood forest, balancing on my heels.
The pale night mist surrounded us. But I didn’t need to see to know where I was going. This was a path I had walked thousands of times since childhood, running barefoot across the grass.
"I do like it." The word came out in a low whisper, sending a shiver down my spine. "I’m just not usually the one blindfolded."
I scoffed.
"Want me to leave you planted here in the middle of the forest? Because I will."
"And miss the chanc
