Page 47 of Next Time We'll Fall

He gets up on the bed and lies back. “This is really comfortable. Where’d you get your pillows from?”

“What do you mean, where did I get my pillows from?”

“I’m asking because I feel like I might want to get some because they feel more comfortable than mine.”

“You haven’t even spent a night on the pillows. You’ve been here for less than ten minutes. Your head has basically just touched the pillow, and now you want to know where I’m getting them from?”

“Juniper, would you like a massage? You seem particularly stressed tonight. Is there a reason why?”

“I’m stressed because you’re here in my bed and you’re wearing briefs.”

“You’re the one who said it was okay.”

“But only because …” I sputter out. I don’t know what else to say.

“Am I making you nervous?” he says.

A cocky expression is on his face, and I realize that he’s full of shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He knows how hot and sexy he looks.

I watch as his cock twitches in his briefs, and I wonder if he’s doing that on purpose as well.

All of a sudden, something in my brain clicks, and I realize he has all the power in the situation. There’s one thing I’m not going to let happen, and that’s letting Rafe think he has the power over me.

A small smile spreads on my face, and I lick my lips.

“You know what? You’re right. I think I should get ready for bed too. And it’s kind of warm tonight.” I pull my top off and throw it to the ground.

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, smiling.

I then reach back and grab my bra straps and pull them down.

I’m slightly nervous at first because it’s not every day you take off your bra in front of a man, but he literally just saw my naked breasts the day before. And I know he likes them, and I know he wants to see them again. He probably wants to touch them. I mean, that’s what men like to do.

So, I tease him a little bit.

I pull my bra down and throw it to the ground, and I watch as his eyes widen.

I grab the sides of my breasts and push them together.

“Do you think my breasts are droopy?” I say, pretending I’m asking him a serious question.

His eyes narrow as he leans forward and stares at me. I can see he’s almost drooling.

I lick my lips again and let my hands go. “Be honest. Do I have droopy breasts?”

“No,” he grunts.

He’s breathing heavier now as he stares at me.

I run my fingers across my nipples. “Do you think my nipples are too big? I always wonder, compared to other women.”

He clears his throat. “What are you doing, Juniper?”

“What?” I say, pinching my nipples again. “Sorry. I just wanted you to see them hard. Are my nipples bigger than other women’s nipples, or are they smaller? I’m just curious.”

His lip twists up at the side, and he shakes his head. “Very funny.”

“What? Did I just tell a joke?”