Tara Jindal
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He carries me up on the winding stairs of the lighthouse, I clutch his shoulders like a child confused…yet thrilled. My heartbeat races so wildly in anticipation I’m certain he can hear it, and the worst part? Even after all these days, this wretched blindfold still keeps me from seeing his devilishly handsome face.
But no worries, one wild kiss will be enough to fix it all.
Just as the crescendo of my thoughts reaches its peak, I feel him pushing me up and closing the space between our faces. Wait, did he hear what I thought? The kiss?
I strain against the fabric binding my eyes, squirming for a glimpse just as his mouth hovers close to mine, forgetting how to breathe.
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