Teresa's POV.
Mark's eyes locked on mine, dark and full of intent. The blindfold lay on the nightstand, black silk that I had seen him pick out earlier. My heart raced as he reached for it, his fingers brushing my cheek. "Trust me," he said, voice low and steady. I nodded, swallowing hard. He tied it around my eyes, the fabric cool against my skin
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