MASON’S POV
I help her out my car, walking her slowly through the sandy ground by her hand, eyes blindfolded.
“You’re not taking me to dig my grave are you?” she joked following me, smiling and laughing. I really hope this works.
“God, Mason, this isn’t some kind of ‘address me properly next time’ pay back eh? Cause I can say I feel my legs walking to the earth’s core.”
“Almost there Miele.” I say taking her humour.
“Should I be worried that my feet has found a sandy rhythm and I feel a strange amount of air gushing at me?”
“Relax darling, it’s part of the fun.”
“Sure. Okay.” She breath in and out.
Reaching our destination, I stood behind her, “Ready to take it off?”
A nod was her response. Okay, here we go.
My fingers untie the knot and gently slid it off her skin. The
