if I promised a real kiss I might even keep my blindfold
*sticks his phone in his jacket pocket, passes a hand over his eyes* I can't, Esther. *his voice a little tight as something in him shudders with want (it only conflicts with that nagging voice of reason or buzzkill in his head)* I don't want to kiss you as anyone but me. (Really, idiot? You could have fooled me.) But I'm not sure you'd like what you'd see. (You mean you are sure she wouldn't.)