"No peeking."
Dean's voice was deep and guttural in her ear, the warmth of his breath caressing it and her neck as he spoke. One arm clasped tightly around her waist as he covered her eyes with a large hand and encouraged her to take another step forward. There was little need for him to shield her sight - he'd blindfolded her soon after they'd gotten in the car, claiming the location was a secret - but Elle humoured him.
As the wind blew her hair around her face, Elle paid attention to the noise of distant traffic and the nearby hum of an engine. She took another step, her footing unstable as her hands flew out to grapple anything to sturdy herself. Dean's barely restrained laugh vibrated against her shoulder as he held her closer, wrapping both his arms around her and lifting her from
