Third-person Narrative.
With her eyes tied, Gina looked like a lost puppy, even though she felt very safe, she was a little apprehensive about what was going to happen next.
She knelt there on her bed, shivering, quaking in anticipation. Her hands flew up to touch the blindfold, then she stretched her hand, reaching to see if she could touch any of her mates.
Before she could even move further, she felt the bed dip by her side, and she went back to her place.
“Derrick… Denver.” She called out but received no answer.
The fact that she was blindfolded made the rest of her senses even stronger. So, she could hear their breaths around her, and feel their body heat as they got close to her, but she didn't know who was who.
That somehow made her even more nervous, as she didn't know what
