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gurr sound. “It’s my birthday, and I want us both naked in the streets on my birthday . If seeing me naked is a problem, we can wear blindfolds. We do everything together, remember? This is a memorable time,” he went on, and the determination in his voice had me sighing yet another faltered sigh. Jesus. How could I tell him no if he was that into doing it?
“What can we do about the not-seeing-where-we’re-going situation? How would we get back home?” I asked him. I was reacting like a mid-class mother, but I had always worried too much.
He tilted his head on one side, then the other. “What if we were roped together and I ran behind you? You wouldn’t have to wear a blindfold if we did that, and you would guide me in the right direction,” he said, shrugging.
“Where do you get these ideas?” I grumbled. Only he would suggest something like this. “And people would also see us naked as they drove past, Kennedy. This is a small town.”
“Stop trying to back out, it’s happening,” he grinned. “We’re running in the streets, and we’re both going to be wearing our birthday outfits doing it.”
I was struggling with a response.
“I have four yards of rope on the top shelf in my closet, and a few ties for when I dress fancy. Let’s just do it without thinking about the outcomes. It’ll be fun,” he smiled goofily, and I ended up chuckling under my breath.
“Why do you have a rope in your closet? Is there something you’re hiding from me?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I still have the rope we used when we were kids, and would play tug-of-war. It’s like a trophy, because I always won our tug-of-wars.”
“You’re a guy,” I defended.
“We were like seven, though, Willow.”
He had a point, but it was still a surprise that he’d kept it.
“Let me think about this for a moment.”
He got off the bed after a few silent seconds, and got on one knee in front of me. I sighed as he looked up to catch my gaze, and he grabbed my hands.
“Willow Renee Monroe, may I please have the honor to spend my eighteenth birthday with you as my streaking partner?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is there someone else in line?”
He scoffed. “It wouldn’t be nearly as special with anyone else.”
This was strange, but I loved Kennedy more than I loved myself. I’d worry about someone seeing me naked and running in the streets - with Kennedy also tied behind me wearing a blindfold - later. It was his birthday.
“Get the supplies,” I muttered, pushing his face to the side with one of my hands.
I couldn’t believe I was going to actually do this, and he was excited as he quickly got up and went to his closet to fetch whatever he had suggested to use.
How was this a good idea? I mentally told myself to live in the moment, because it was for Kennedy.
12:46a.m.
I tied the tie over Kennedy’s eyes, and wrapped one end of the rope around his bare waist from under his shirt before I turned away, and we stripped. Our clothes were now bunched in separate piles outside near Kennedy’s bedroom window.
I picked up the other end of the rope that was lying next to my feet, and wrapped it around my waist.
“Are we just going to run for it?” I asked, as I tightened the knot at my waist a little.
“Yeah, start jogging,” he answered, and in a much louder voice than I expected. He wasn’t being very secretive.
“Why are you talking so loud?” I hissed under my breath.
He chuckled. “I think it might have something to do with my lack of sight, but that doesn’t really make sense.”
He was quieter that time, so I pushed my shoulders forward and took a deep breath. I grabbed some of the slack in the rope. “I’ll pull on the rope a little if you’re traveling too closely,” I said.
“How would you know?” he asked slowly.
Deep down, or secretively - I knew Kennedy was self-conscious about me seeing him naked. But I wasn’t going to look at him. Not on purpose , anyway. “If the
“What can we do about the not-seeing-where-we’re-going situation? How would we get back home?” I asked him. I was reacting like a mid-class mother, but I had always worried too much.
He tilted his head on one side, then the other. “What if we were roped together and I ran behind you? You wouldn’t have to wear a blindfold if we did that, and you would guide me in the right direction,” he said, shrugging.
“Where do you get these ideas?” I grumbled. Only he would suggest something like this. “And people would also see us naked as they drove past, Kennedy. This is a small town.”
“Stop trying to back out, it’s happening,” he grinned. “We’re running in the streets, and we’re both going to be wearing our birthday outfits doing it.”
I was struggling with a response.
“I have four yards of rope on the top shelf in my closet, and a few ties for when I dress fancy. Let’s just do it without thinking about the outcomes. It’ll be fun,” he smiled goofily, and I ended up chuckling under my breath.
“Why do you have a rope in your closet? Is there something you’re hiding from me?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I still have the rope we used when we were kids, and would play tug-of-war. It’s like a trophy, because I always won our tug-of-wars.”
“You’re a guy,” I defended.
“We were like seven, though, Willow.”
He had a point, but it was still a surprise that he’d kept it.
“Let me think about this for a moment.”
He got off the bed after a few silent seconds, and got on one knee in front of me. I sighed as he looked up to catch my gaze, and he grabbed my hands.
“Willow Renee Monroe, may I please have the honor to spend my eighteenth birthday with you as my streaking partner?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is there someone else in line?”
He scoffed. “It wouldn’t be nearly as special with anyone else.”
This was strange, but I loved Kennedy more than I loved myself. I’d worry about someone seeing me naked and running in the streets - with Kennedy also tied behind me wearing a blindfold - later. It was his birthday.
“Get the supplies,” I muttered, pushing his face to the side with one of my hands.
I couldn’t believe I was going to actually do this, and he was excited as he quickly got up and went to his closet to fetch whatever he had suggested to use.
How was this a good idea? I mentally told myself to live in the moment, because it was for Kennedy.
12:46a.m.
I tied the tie over Kennedy’s eyes, and wrapped one end of the rope around his bare waist from under his shirt before I turned away, and we stripped. Our clothes were now bunched in separate piles outside near Kennedy’s bedroom window.
I picked up the other end of the rope that was lying next to my feet, and wrapped it around my waist.
“Are we just going to run for it?” I asked, as I tightened the knot at my waist a little.
“Yeah, start jogging,” he answered, and in a much louder voice than I expected. He wasn’t being very secretive.
“Why are you talking so loud?” I hissed under my breath.
He chuckled. “I think it might have something to do with my lack of sight, but that doesn’t really make sense.”
He was quieter that time, so I pushed my shoulders forward and took a deep breath. I grabbed some of the slack in the rope. “I’ll pull on the rope a little if you’re traveling too closely,” I said.
“How would you know?” he asked slowly.
Deep down, or secretively - I knew Kennedy was self-conscious about me seeing him naked. But I wasn’t going to look at him. Not on purpose , anyway. “If the
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