Date = 25 July
The days pass slowly, but uneventfully - no more messages or choices.
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Aria
WARNING – s*x scene!!!
I am blindfolded.
Not in the kinky way, though I won’t have objected. No, this is Enrique’s theatrical kind of blindfold — the silk is so soft it probably has a fancier passport than I do. The elevator beneath my feet hums quietly, rising higher and higher until the quiet ping marks our arrival. I feel his hand tighten around mine.
“Are you going to push me off the roof?” I ask, my voice dry. “Because if this is how you’re dealing with your commitment issues, it’s against the contract.”
He laughs. That deep, melted-chocolate sound that always makes my stomach do flips.
“You should read the fine print first.”
The door whooshes open.
