sorry i didnt get to upload last week, my computer is out of wack and then i went camping so here you go i will do my best to upload friday this time for real <3
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“You really had to blindfold me? In a city that I have never been to before? People are going to think you’re kidnapping me. Are you kidnapping me?” I asked skeptically. We had been walking for what seemed like forever, as soon as we left the museum he told me it was a surprise so he put a blindfold on me and was now leading me to god only knows where by my hand. I stumbled a few times but other then that surprisingly it was easy to walk with it on.
“No I’m not kidnapping you. And I told you it’s a surprise, but your right this most likely does look suspicious, a teenage superstar leading some young innocent girl down the streets of Paris the city of love with a blindfold on” he joked. Well he did have a point since this was considered the city of love I have actually seen a few guys surprising their ladies like this, which, once you think about it is weird but also romantic in a way.
“Alright alright how much longer? We have been walking forreeevvverrrr…” dragging out the word forever over my tongue was always fun. It made me feel like I was Squints from the Sandlot. (Amazing American movie)
“Not much just chill out, it’s dark out so harder to find our way around here at night ok.”
“It’s dark out? And you’re walking around with me in a blindfold? Are you crazy what if some psychopath jumps out and tries to get me and kill me or rape me or both?” he just chuckled while I had a mini panic attack I scowled at him through the blindfold.
“Don’t worry,” his breath was hot on my neck as he whispered into my ear. “I would never let anyone kill you or rape you.” I relaxed a bit reassured by his words until he mumbled something like “besides I’d be the first one to get in your pants anyway” I smacked him hard in the shoulder. “I’m only kidding love, besides it isn’t rape if its willing.” it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he was smirking at me and most likely wiggling his eye brows at me.
“Alright, we’re here but don’t take it off yet ok… just follow Me.” still al little unsure about where he was taking me I hesitated. Only to have him wrap his arms around my waist from the front and carried me for a while despite my protests his grip stayed completely strong around me.
I still couldn’t see anything and I still being held in the air highly affected my judgment but I got the feeling we were inside somewhere now, maybe an elevator? “Are we in an elevator? Oh no you’re taking me back to your room you really are going to rape me.” I joked, a huge smile spread across my face when I felt him tense up around me. I was obviously making him uncomfortable with whoever we were or wherever we were around.
“Shhh, just trust Me.” was all he whispered to me. If we were in an elevator it was taking a mighty long time to get up or down to this secret destination. I hated being held in the air. I couldn’t even tell if we were going up or down, that is until I heard the doors open and the cool night air hit us with phenomenal force.
He took a few steps forward and set me down; I shivered from the harshness of the cold night. I hadn’t thought I was going to be out this long. Having only a cardigan over a tank top doesn’t necessarily protect you from the cold Paris night air. He must have noticed this small gesture because before I had time to say anything I felt him put his leather jacket on my shoulders. It was unbelievably warm compared to my cardigan, it smelled like him too like the man musk mixed with some type of polisher most likely for his instruments, and a hint of peppermint.
I inhaled deeply snuggling into his jacket farther before mumbling a “thanks.” he slowly untied the blindfold from behind and took it away from my face, I still had my eyes closed tightly shut. “If you want to see where I have brought you to prove I haven’t kidnapped you, you have to open your eyes you know?”
“Yeah yeah I just don’t wanna open them and find myself in some old abandoned building with all sorts of ‘Toys’ if you know what I mean…” I joked but reluctantly I opened my eyes anyway. In front of me stood a very hurt looking Skylar, probably from the moment I just made about how he likes to take girls to an abandoned building with all sorts of sexual toys. Chuckling to myself I gave him my best puppy dog face with my big sad watery eyes and stuck out my lower lip to pouting position and whispered a ‘sorry.’
His face instantly softened and he looked more worried about me crying or something ridiculous like that, before he could come any closer I jabbed him in the ribs with my index finger causing him to giggle a bit. Not being able to stop the smirk that grew on my face from the fact he was ticklish and the sheer terror on his face from me realizing it, it was all just priceless. I started advancing for him when I stopped and noticed where we were.
The view from the city was beautifully breathtaking, the lights from the buildings and shops from below shone brightly through the darkness of the night like fireflies. We were on a platform towards the top of the Eiffel tower. I hadn’t gone up here yet because I don’t do heights, and my fear was slowly starting to creep up on me as my feet refused to move from my place anymore it was so lovely up here, I was glad he brought me up here and all-I mean how can you go to Paris and not go the Eiffel tower-but I could feel a panic attack coming on.
I tried to calm my nerves by breathing in and out real slowly and heavily. He placed a hand on my shoulder, I turned my head slightly to look at him, “it’s beautiful up here, thank you so so much but I’m afraid of heights.” I thanked him but felt slightly embarrassed that I had to tell him one of my biggest fears.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Here, come here you’ll be fine. Lets just enjoy the view a little more and then ill take you back to the hotel.” me, being completely shocked at his sincerity, didn’t say anything or move while he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closely to his side. Something about this gesture made me feel safe. Like I wasn’t about to fall off here from this massive height.
“Well come on then, you actually have to move those feet of yours to get to the doors…” his efforts to move my feet from their frozen spot on the platform were futile. I just shook my head and closed my eyes. I couldn’t move I felt like if I did the entire platform would crumble underneath me and I would go plummeting towards my death hundreds of feet below to the concrete.
“Alright then, come here…” he said while still tugging on my arm. With my eyes still closed, I couldn’t move, couldn’t open my eyes, I could hardly breathe. One last tug and he pulled me into him, lifting me off the ground forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He spun me around so it was sort of a piggy back ride mode. I clung to him as if my life depended on it, because in my mind; my life really did depend on it.
My eyes never opened during all of this, I was too afraid of what I might see or what might happen, as if any little movement I made would cause us to fall. It may seem silly but that’s how I actually saw everything in my mind. He never one put me down, all the way to the main level and even when he started walking towards the hotel.
My exhaustion caused me not to argue with the fact he was still carrying me, I just snuggled into his back feeling the warmth come through his thin t-shirt, the welcoming smell from his jacket and his shirt filling my senses, his hair ever so lightly grazing my face causing my nose to tickle. I ignored it all and slipped into unconsciousness.
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View from the Eiffel Tower at night over on the side(: oh and i just added a cast list but im not so sure about who's playing Skylar so that might change
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