Scarlet POV
The bed shifts beneath me, and a moment later, I feel the heat of his breath lower, between my thighs.
Every nerve in my body goes on high alert. He doesn’t speak. He just kisses the inside of my thigh, slow and warm, and I feel it, how serious he is now. How far we’ve come from awkward jokes and teasing.
Zain’s lips linger against the inside of my thigh, a slow kiss that somehow carries more weight than anything he’s done so far. There’s no rush in him, no fumbling or panic. Just intention.
Another kiss, closer this time. I tense, breath catching in my throat, and his hands press gently on my hips, not to hold me down, but to reassure me.
“Still good?” he murmurs, voice hushed and deep.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling more from anticipation than fear.
The blindfold
