"I have an important meeting in Palermo, I was thinking to take you for a much-needed vacation." Rafe voiced out his thoughts as he dressed up after our wild session.
"I don't want to go," I said, sliding my thongs up.
"Why?" His voice suddenly turned raspy, as he wrapped one of his hands around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest.
"I have my classes," I said in obviousness.
"That you do, but come on we can have a quick wedding over there." He suggested with a straight face and my heart sank.
"Wedding? Whose wedding?" I asked just to be sure
"Ours, of course." It was his turn to state in obviousness.
"Don't you think we are too young to get married?" My voice came out more icy than I intended to.
"Really?" He raised his brows at me, "you are twenty-one. Legal.
