Page 80 of Trust Me With Forever

He’d gone out of his way to make me trust him. And I did, to some degree.

Then prove it. Let him take you to his surprise. Because if you never risk anything, you’ll always be stuck inside the prison Travis created for you.

Just thinking about how my ex was still making my life miserable, I decided, fuck it. After meeting his gaze again, I replied, “Okay, then let’s go.”

Happiness flashed in his eyes, and I smiled. As much as I liked Rafe trying to be there for me and cheering me up, I also liked making him happy.

I’d been doing a good job of that in bed, but I wanted to do more. Although I often worried that I might go too far, like before, and lose myself in the process.

Not this time. You’re not the same naïve woman as before.

Rafe nodded. “Right, then make sure you wear jeans and something comfortable on top, because you might get dirty or muddy.”

“Now I’m curious.”

He stood. “And it’s only going to get worse since you’ll be wearing a blindfold the entire way there.”

My brows came together. “Is that really necessary?”

“Yes.” He hesitated before adding, “However, if it’s too much for you, then be honest and you don’t have to do it.”

Sometimes Rafe acted this way—one minute he was being fun and flirty, only to worry if he was pushing me too far in the next.

And for some reason, I didn’t like him always tiptoeing around me.

Why was that?

Oh, that’s right—I was teetering on falling for him for real.

Not wanting to think about how if I wasn’t careful, my heart would break in eleven months’ time, I stood. “The blindfold is fine. Just give me fifteen minutes to get ready.”

He smiled. “Then I’ll be ready in fourteen minutes.”

I gently shoved his arm. “You always say you’ll be ready a minute before me.”

“Hey, most of the time, I could be ready in four minutes. But I like to put in some extra effort for my wife.”

He winked, and I couldn’t help but laugh before replying, “Your hair is really short and you don’t wear guyliner, so what are you doing all that time? Manscaping?”

Waggling his eyebrows, he leaned in and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Doing my best not to laugh, I rolled my eyes. “Is that supposed to be sexy? Because if you think I want to shave your balls, then you don’t know me at all.”

“I’d trust you to do it, but no, it’s way too itchy when the hair grows back.”

“TMI, Rafe. TMI.”

“What, you don’t want to know how fast the hair grows back on my balls?”

“Er, no thank you.”

He placed a hand over his heart and shook his head. “And here I thought you wanted to know everything about me.”

“To a degree. But we all have a few secrets. And your ball-hair growth should be one of them.”

Snorting, he moved closer. “Maybe not that kind of hair. But I think you’re fond of my second-day face stubble.” He nuzzled his cheek against mine, and I nearly moaned. “That little sound tells me you like it.”

“What sound? I didn’t make any.”

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