Beth
I could have said no. I should have refused his insane request. One does not simply climb into bed with your ex-boyfriend from seven years ago for a sweet night of cuddling. But I didn’t refuse. I felt like I must be dreaming as Rafe climbed in bed beside me and pulled me snug against his hard body.
Back then, we didn’t have many opportunities to simply lay together on one bed and sleep. My parents didn’t even approve of the fact that I was dating, particularly since the boy I was dating was from outside their religious community, and Rafe’s mother, at least, was a fairly staunch Catholic. She was sweet and supportive of our relationship, but she wasn’t going to condone any premarital s*x. So I could probably count on one hand the number of times we’d had the opportunity to sleep in
