My eyes burn as if there’s a raging bonfire inside them, and I can’t see s**t.
“Why would you sneak up on me? You can’t sneak up on a woman in a dark parking lot!”
I hear a car door open.
“f**k. Get me to my car or something.”
Nothing. Dead f*****g silence until a car door shuts and I smell her perfume. “Open your eyes. I had a water bottle in the car.”
She’s in front of me now. I sense her there.
“I don’t want to open my eyes. Do you have any idea how bad this f*****g hurts?”
“Well… no, I’ve never been pepper sprayed.”
I remove one hand and squint, but the pain is too intense, so I shut it immediately.
“Stop rubbing, it makes it worse. You have to open your eyes.” Her hands are on me. Her delicate, silky soft hands are on me, and I wish I could enjoy the moment. The pinch of her
