R A Y V I N
He took a full minute to gather himself. Constantly glancing and tearing his gaze away from me, as if he was contemplating on what to do or say. Finally, he spoke. “I am not angry with you, I am sad. Knowing that you think this whole thing will lead to nowhere. I wish you could even give us a chance.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Not really. That is a whole different process. We have to start with you accepting that we could work or create something beautiful.”
This man was logical, but, I got him at his game. “I feel better with that off my chest.” I changed the subject immediately. “Where are we headed?”
“Somewhere nice.”
“I would love for you to tell me a little about your kind of BDSM.”
“Words would not be enough. I need to show you. We would have a practical instead of
