Page 190 of Love Unwritten
He tells me to wait while he walks around the truck, opens my door, and holds his hand out for me to grab. I latch on to it and hop out of the truck. With my hand in his, we walk down the quaint, paved road that seems to feature a lot of the town’s biggest stores.
After a five-minute walk, Rafael stops in front of a record shop with a sign on the front door that says Closed.
“Cute idea, but looks like they’re closed.”
He ignores me. “You were looking for a Frankie Estelle record, right?”
I might have mentioned that one in passing to Nico, so how does he—
“The search history.” My eyes widen.
His eyes glimmer. “Edibles. Collectible records. What’s next?”
I could have sworn I cleared the history that night after I searched for—
A vibrator. “Oh shit.”
He wraps an arm around me and pulls me in. “So you remember.”
A flush spreads from my head to my toes. “Let’s agree to never speak of that night again.”
“Oh, Elle. It’s a little too late for that.” His grin holds a devious promise.
I could drop dead.
In fact, I hope I do.
He drops a quick kiss on my lips before swiping at my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve been dying to know something.”
“What?”
“Did you ever buy it?”
“I—”
He stops me. “It was a yes–no question.”
I’m tempted to wrap my hands around his throat, but I hold back because those things may be frowned upon during a first date, but then again, so is bringing up a vibrator.
I glare at him, and he smiles back.
“Shouldn’t you be against that kind of thing?” I ask with an arched brow.
“Why would I be?”
“Because if I’m using a vibrator, we clearly have a problem.”
His laughter is quickly becoming my favorite sound. “I’m all about teamwork in the bedroom.”
My cheeks flush. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You won’t have to wait long to find out.” He winks.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Rafael
When I was thinking about where I wanted to take Ellie for a first date, the house was tempting, but she and I have spent enough time there. Plus, I didn’t want her to feel pressured into taking things further than we already have, so I spent my afternoon mapping out record stores within driving distance of Lake Wisteria.