50.
Emily Monroe
My eyes are blindfolded as my feet touched bare grass, my hands wide as I tried to make sense of where I was going.
Actually, Stiles was leading me but I had no idea to where!
After he kissed me out of the blue, we had somewhat become quiet close. I spent a lot of time with Stiles and while I had been adamant, in the end, Stiles was able to convince me to take the assistance he was offering concerning the plantation which helped a lot.
“Stiles, are you sure of this?” I asked, wincing when I stepped on a twig.
“We’re almost there. I promise,” Stiles whispered lovingly into my ear.
I trusted him to keep me safe so I kept mute till he told me to stop, coming behind me to take off the blindfold.
When my eyes opened, I was shocked at the beautiful picnic Stiles had d
