book 2 of 4
on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's.
but bianca had a hit list. just...
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[ 𝘁𝘄: 𝗰𝗼𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻 ]
It's okay.
Rafe hushed those two words for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, but Bianca still didn't believe him.
She inhaled sharply and her boyfriend noticed, his mouth turning down in a frown. Then his jaw rocked from side to side and she knew he was irritated with her. The girl clutched her stomach, fisting the material of her shirt, "Rafe, I'm not sure.." She trailed off.
"B," He groaned, tossing his head back in exasperation, and reached for his discarded shirt before she could stop him. Guilt flared within her, "Will you ever be sure? Jesus."
"I-I just don't think it's the right time," Bianca blushed furiously, wringing her hands together."It doesn't feel right."
She didn't want him to think she was some virgin prude. After all, he was older than her and had much more experience. She wanted to impress him, but Bianca had never made love to anyone. Ever. There was supposed to be intimacy and Bianca and Rafe had intimacy, but just now not. Bianca didn't feel it. She couldn't do this.
Rafe's eyes narrowed, running along the length of her body. She wasn't fully naked, but under his perusing gaze, she felt it. Every nerve ending on her body was on fire. Her toes were curled. Rafe Cameron had that kind of effect on her.
"There will never be a right time," He stated flatly. His dark eyes were unreadable as they bore into hers and she hated that. Hated the feeling like she owed him one after he'd taken her out on a fancy date, bought her favorite roses, and been an absolute gentleman all night. "Don't you love me?"
"Yes," Bianca's breath escaped in a rush and the guilt tripled tenfold. He knew she loved him, but she just wasn't ready for this, "Yes, I love you."
Bianca gazed up into his eyes for another beat before Rafe gave a frustrated grunt and started getting up from his disheveled bed. The girl panicked as she watched him fix his mussed hair after she'd run her fingers through the soft, blond strands. She was sprawled on his bed beside him in nothing but her t-shirt, bra, and thong- courtesy of Rafe's spendthrifts. They made out like usual and things got heated. Just a little too heated. They were two pieces of clothing away from crossing the line.
"Forget it, B," Rafe growled and she tried to stop him again while still trying to fix her half-naked appearance. "I sound like a broken record."
"But I do love you, I love you so much," She was desperate now, almost begging. He couldn't leave her now, she needed him by her side, he was supposed to take care of her.
