Chapter 9
Rafe moved off to the side of the bed and got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and a hand towel and washed them off. He put the washcloth and hand towel on the nightstand and folded over the light blanket so that he and Justin could cuddle underneath.
“I want to talk to you,” Rafe said, very serious in his demeanor. “I would like for you to move in with me.”
Justin started to protest. Rafe put his finger on his lover’s lips. “I am not Nicky. What I’m proposing is marriage.” Rafe left Justin’s arms for a moment and rooted around in his nightstand. “I bought these weeks ago, hoping against hope that you’d say yes. We’ve spent more time together than most couples who’ve known each other for a year or more. You’ve met my family, which in my culture is a big
