Page 194 of Forcing Fate

I wiggled my toes. I had defied him. More than once. That meant he found me attractive, right?

“Fair game, Vy. Your turn.”

“For what?”

“What makes you want to bed a man?”

My pulse raced with excitement, and I curled my toes. This was dangerous territory. My head objected with all the logic in the world, but my heart ignored it. “I can’t say for sure. I’ve never wanted to bed a man.”

“A woman, then?”

I snorted. “You didn’t even let me finish before you go guessing that I like girls.”

“I’ve heard it’s a thing.”

“Not my thing,” I retorted.

He scoffed, and I closed my eyes, hiding behind the false security of my eyelids. If I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me… right?

“I’ve never wanted to bed a man before. Not till… oh, about six months ago or so. Perhaps longer, without me realizing it.”

“Who is he?”

Rafe’s voice sharpened, and a smile tugged at my lips. Jealous?

“That’s not the game,” I quipped.

“Well, you didn’t answer the question.”

He seemed frustrated, and I grinned at the ceiling.

“Well, let me tell you about him.”

“She’s going to tell me about her crush,” he moaned and made a gagging sound.

“Wait, wait!” I laughed. “I think you’ll like him!”

“Doubtful. Probably a pansy.”

I snickered at that thought and writhed on the bed in pure joy.

“What are you doing up there?”

“Thinking. Hush.”

“She tells me to hush,” he muttered, but remained quiet.

“He’s big, strong—built like a beast. Muscles everywhere.”

“Do you often admire men’s bodies?”

“Hush!”

He snorted, and I continued.

“He is taller than me–”

“Everyone is taller than you.”

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