or do I bluff?

Ok, break contact, pull my head back, take a deep breath, keep looking into his eyes….then go for it…..but his eyes have already changed. So much for striking like a cobra! Even as I lunge at him across the seat (not very far to lunge, the way we’ve been locked together!) with my hand whipping the cuffs out simultaneously, he seizes my arm with his left hand in the split second before I make contact with his wrist, and the sudden momentum of his body slams me back against the ultra soft velvet seat. .A ridiculously small and brief scuffle ensues as both my arms are twisted behind my back and the metal gives a small ‘snicking’ sound as the cuffs lock into place….who would have thought he knew his way around handcuffs this well and this fast?

…and so it is that I find myself trapped in my own cuffs by a pro. Dammit! His eyes are still hot, locked on me…and so are mine, but the difference is that mine are fuming