She had been sitting in the room, blindfolded, for what seemed like an eternity… Her hands were tied to the wooden chair, and she still had goosebumps from the lingering feeling of his fingers on her wrists…
The house was silent. She couldn’t tell where he was, or if he still was there to begin with. He couldn’t…. No, He wouldn’t have left her waiting like that. He had to be there, somewhere.
Maybe he sat just a few feet away from her, staring at her, waiting for her reaction. She slightly smirked, imagining him across the room.
It had been so unexpected… It was so not like him. Then again, what did she know about him? Not that much, in fact.
She thought she felt something on her shoulder. A breeze? Impossible… Would he be behind her, softly breathing along her collar bone?
She shivered, her head filled with questions… Why? When? What next?
And she still heard his voice echoing before she was left to wait.
And then…. And then….