Adele
So much for not screwing the boss.
Rafe disappears to the bathroom after s*x while I revel in the glorious aftermath. My body is well-sated. Last time wasn’t just a fluke. I can now confirm with all certainty that my chemistry with Rafe is off the charts good.
And now that I understand better what makes him tick–that his control issues and overprotectiveness stem from the trauma of his parent’s murder–I only have compassion for him. His bossiness is him trying to keep everyone he cares about safe. And I get the feeling that even though he’s already accepted me into the fold–one more of his flock to keep safe–he’s afraid to let me in.
He’s suffered too much loss to want to risk it all.
I climb out of the bed and check the drawers, finding one with a stack of neatly folded white t
