Hannah’s POV
"Is the blindfold seriously necessary?"
I was currently clutching Anton's hand and hoping that I wouldn't trip or bump into anything - not that I thought he'd actually let that happen.
"Yes, because I don't trust you to keep your eyes closed." he said, a smile in his voice.
All I knew is that we were inside a building, and whatever it was he was showing me was making him more nervous than I'd probably ever seen him. I mean when he'd woken me up this morning he'd been drumming his fingers against his thigh, tapping his foot, shaking his leg - all sorts of things that I never would've pictured Anthony Dark doing.
"Alright," he said, stepping behind me to untie the blindfold, "Happy birthday."
Oh. My. God.
Oh. My. Actual. f*****g. God.
It was the gallery. It was the galle
