"They’re about to get married and when that happens we’re supposed to play house. We’re supposed to beco a family. You’re supposed to be my stepbrother and I’m supposed to be your stepsister," I tried my best to explain, although I thought that it was supposed to be blatantly obvious.
The incredulous look that graced his beautiful features and the little scoff that he let out told just how ridiculous he thought my words were. For reasons unbeknownst to , Raphael clearly did not share my concern.
“Is that what you want to be?” he asked after a short while of silence.
“Of course. You’re supposed to be my stepbrother. That’s just how things are supposed to be between us,” I said while I tried to convince myself that that night I spent with him was nothing but a big mistake.
“What will you do if I disagree?” he asked as he stared directly into my eyes.
Why would he disagree in the first place?
“Is that truly what you really want?” he asked as his gray eyes stared intently at my face.
Conflicted feelings battled themselves out inside my chest and caused to hesitate for a mont before I steeled my resolve.
“It’s how things are supposed to be,” I replied factually.
The choice was supposed to be an obvious one, and I had already made up my mind. There was no backing out of it now. In fact, there is no other choice because our parents’ wedding was just around the corner. Raphael stared at in silence for a mont before he shook his head from side to side.
“I completely disagree,” he replied passively.
It felt like sothing broke inside of and I began feeling very emotional. Why does he have to make things so difficult?
"Co with ," he said as he tugged on my arm before I could say anything else.
"Where are you taking ?" I asked as I started to panic a little.
"Sowhere where no one can see us," he replied without looking back at . I looked around while praying that no one was there to witness this scene unfold between us. Thankfully, the garden in front of the church was void of people. Rafael led to our car before opening the door to the back seat.
"No one will disturb us here for a while," he said quite coldly.
Since it felt like our conversation was about to turn into an argunt, I didn’t think that it was a bad idea for us to hide away in the parking lot.
"What more is there for us to talk about? All there is left is for you to understand the situation that we are in and agree that we need to let the past go," I repeated my suggestion once again.
"Can you really let it go?" he asked as if he couldn’t believe a single word that I was saying.
I opened my mouth but I couldn’t get any words out. Raphael approached and I found myself being trapped between his large fra and the car behind . When he took a step closer, our bodies were almost touching, and to avoid him, I ended up sitting down on the backseat of the car. Raphael leaned over with his arms on the back seat, trapping in between them as his face ca dangerously close to mine.
"Do you really think that we should forget? Can you really forget everything about that night, I wonder?" he asked and his tone was surprisingly tender.
I felt a blush rush to my cheek as a knot ford in my lower abdon. Although I didn’t want to admit it, it seed that Raphael had caught on to the fact that I also had difficulties forgetting the passionate night that we shared together.
Is it possible that he also felt the sa way?
"Of course. Of course, I can forget all about it," I replied determinedly.
‘I need to forget about it,’ I whispered to myself inside my mind.
"I see. So I guess you’re one very forgetful girl. If that is the case, shall I give you a little sweet reminder?" Raphael suggested as he leaned over to whisper those words directly into my ear.
I felt a shiver run through my body as his warm breath tickled my earlobe. I clenched my teeth together as I tried my best not to moan when I felt the heat of his fingers sliding against the side of my neck. His gray eyes stared deeply into mine for a mont before his lips swiftly approached mine and captured them in a kiss. His lips moved aggressively and hungrily over mine as he kissed from various angles. I thought that he was crazy to do sothing like this where we were, but my attempts to push him away proved to be futile.
"Mhmm..." I made a sound very similar to a moan deep inside of my throat when I felt the tempting hot wetness of the tip of his tongue licking between my lips as if requesting entrance into the depths of my mouth.
His hand stroked its way down from my neck to cup one of my breasts at the sa ti that he deftly thrust his tongue in between my lips. His taste and the heat of his passionate kiss overwheld my senses while his large manly hand massaged my sensitive flesh. The sweet pleasure that he made feel started to remind of everything that we did that night in the hotel. My core began to throb as a pleasurable warmth ford between my thighs. His tongue seduced mine relentlessly until my mind was hazy from lust and desire. I could no longer think straight as he filled my mind with dirty thoughts of what he could do to make feel good.
"You taste so good. So sweet, exactly how I rember," he whispered against my lips after breaking our kiss.
Raphael did not give a chance to respond before his lips claid mine again.
–To be continued...
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