He continued to stare at my total lack of response before finally giving up. Raphael looked away, then proceeded to cover my head with the towel. I felt the warmth of being inside finally soothe me down, and I just slumped down in peace.
“I’m not getting funny ideas, so don’t be so nervous. I won’t bite you.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I mumbled through my breath, yet he must’ve heard me because he suddenly cupped my cheeks in his palm again, this time, while I'm still under the blanket.
I tried to fiercely move my head to shake off his grip but Raphael was strong as a rock that I ended up looking like a stupid vibrator in his palm. I mean seriously, why does this man get stronger each day?!
He lets out a light chuckle in amusement, “Abby, just how far does your stubbornness stretch? I’m starting to think that it could reach up to the planet pluto.”
“If mine reaches that far, I’m sure yours can even reach another galaxy.”
“You never fail to talk back, do you?”