Titus's both hands were on my shoulders pushing me to wherever we were. My eyes could see darkness beyond the handkerchief he got out from his pocket. And honestly, it smells good even if it isn't covering my nose but the smell dwelled everywhere.
We continued to walk and a couple of turns here and there.
"Aren't we there yet?" I called out.
"Almost..." He whispered. Titus knew what he was doing. It bothered me because it's something I'm supposed to do before I leave? All the walking and being blindfolded gave me my anxiety. My hands were as cold as ice. This is thrilling but scary kind of thrilling and not that kind of adventure kind of thrilling.
The moment he mentioned it, it seemed serious. There was a slight c***k in his voice. And it itches the hell out of me that I don't know
