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The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.
My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.
I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.
Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…
Music Festival Hide-n-Seek
The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.
My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.
I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.
Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted deeper into the thickest part of the gathering, where the bodies were packed chest-to-back. Pressing myself into the heavy shadow of a massive stone pillar, I melted into a group of people watching the street performers. I held my breath, shrinking back as far as the stone would allow. The heat of the crowd wrapped around me, trapping my own ragged breath.
Then, he was there.
He didn’t see me. He was so close I could have reached out and touched the damp cotton of his shirt. Standing just inches away, his gaze sweeping over the heads of the crowd; I held my breath. The sheer proximity was agonizing. My heart thudded so loudly against my ribs, I was certain he would hear it over the music. Every nerve ending screamed, hyper aware of his shadow looming over my hiding spot. The tension between us stretched, a taught wire humming with unspoken promise.
He took one slow step closer, his shoulder brushing the outer edge of my pillar. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling in the dark; caught between the desperate urge to stay hidden and the overwhelming urge to surrender.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449