2 months later...
"Enrique what are you doing?" Vera grimaced, holding on tightly to his arms. "This doesn't, feels very dinner-y and oh goodness, my legs hurt," She couldn't see a damn thing because of the black silk blindfold around her eyes. Earlier in the evening, Enrique called her and asked her to get ready for dinner. And so she did. But the moment she climbed into his car, he blindfolded her and ever since then she has no clue what in heaven's name was going on.
"It's insulting to see that you don't trust me a bit," Enrique mumbled. Vera opened her mouth to reply but instead a loud squeal escaped as he pulled her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" Vera scowled.
"You said your legs hurt," He chuckled and leaning in kissed her swiftly.
"Why can't you just tell me what's g
