What have you done? Snowglobe. Just say it, and this ends and you can take your heart and walk away from this before you completely fall apart… But then he was there again, the bed dipping as he knelt at her side. Gently, his fingers smoothed her hair behind her ears before the black silk covered her eyes, a snug knot tied behind her head. Her vision had been limited enough before, she thought, but now a new level of vulnerability slid over her. “Too tight?” he asked. She shook her head, unable to utter the one word that would let her keep her heart intact. “You’re so beautiful, my Marion,” he said, planting a kiss to her shoulder as he backed off the bed. “I’m going to enjoy this very much.” The sheer and total blackness of the blindfold amplified every sound around her – the soft creak of floorboards as Grayson returned to the dresser, the faint ticking of her antique mantle clock, the quiet snap of a bottle top, and the harsh, uneven sound of her own breath as she waited for his next move.
