“You’re not going to die. Don’t be dramatic.”
He takes my hand and wraps it around the handle of my suitcase. He then takes my other hand and entwines his fingers with mine.
“Walk slow,” I warn him. “I’m not as tall as you.”
He slows his steps to match mine.
Somehow we manage to make it into the airport without me dying.
“Isn’t it going to be weird going through security with me blindfolded?”
“They’ve seen worse, I’m sure.”
True.
Security doesn’t take long, thankfully, since we’re already running late, but the people working it get quite a laugh at me and my blindfold.
“All right, this is where we wait,” Xander tells me. I let go of my suitcase and he guides me to a seat. “I’m going to cover your ears with headphones and turn on some music,” he warns.
I groan. “Now you take away my hearing too?”
He laughs. “Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure you love me, because this feels like torture.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” he replies.
A moment later the headphones slip over my ears and the music begins to play.
I don’t know how much time passes before he taps my arm and helps me to stand. It feels like forever, but since we were running late it can’t be that long.
We board the plane and take our seats. I hope that Xander is finally going to remove the blindfold and headphones, but no, he’s going to make me suffer.
I can feel him messing with a carry-on bag and then he buckles my seatbelt for me before plopping in the seat beside me—I have the window seat, which I can’t even enjoy since I can’t see.
Jerk.
I lay my head against the window and settle in for the ride.
Hours later, I wake up. I have no idea how much time has passed and at first, it’s extremely disorienting to open my eyes and be met with the blackness of the blindfold. It doesn’t take long for me to remember Xander slipping it on my head. The music continues to play in my ears.
I tap Xander and he jolts awake beside me.
He takes the headphones off my head. “What is it?” he asks, his voice groggy with sleep.
“I have to pee.”
“Oh, okay.” He undoes my seatbelt and helps me
out and to the bathroom. We don’t walk far.
“Can I at least take the blindfold off while I pee?” I ask, shuffling around.
He chuckles. “Sure. But it goes right back on before you come out.
I sigh. He’s such a fun sucker.
I close the bathroom door and rip the blindfold off, promptly letting out a little scream because the sudden brightness hurts my eyes.