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“How far did you get with your form?” he asks before taking a bite of his apple.
“Not too far,” I drawl.
“Is something the matter?”
I pause. “I want to be truthful with what I share with you, but I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”
“That ship sailed long ago, Ang. You are weird and I like it.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, but there’s a difference between Angie reads monster romance and was part of the underwater robotics club in high school, and Angie likes to be stalked and fucked into the dirt.”
Rafael’s eyes bug out, but he smiles. “Do you want to be stalked and fucked into the dirt?”
I play with my food. “Maybe.”
“I’m totally down for that,” he says eagerly.
“Okay,” I giggle, giddiness bubbling inside me. “I’ll be as truthful as I can, but I was thinking, I don’t know when I’ll be able to be in a situation like this again, where I can explore my interests like this. So, that’s what I’d really like to do. Explore those things I've always wanted—within your limits too, of course.”
“I’m glad you trust me enough to do this. Unless I have a hard limit, I promise I’ll only be supportive of your desires. There will be no kink-shaming between us.”
“Okay,” I smile. “So… I couldn’t help noticing you had a high interest in primal domination.”
Chapter 13
July 5th
Rafael
As the sun starts to set, my senses start to heighten. Or maybe I’m method acting a little too hard with this wolfish persona I've adopted. It’s not too much of an act really—I have always wanted to do this—but it’s not easy to tell your one-night stand you want to chase them in the woods. Apparently that freaks some people out.
Not my Angel though.
No, she gets off on it—and that gives me a smug confidence boost. Because even though I’ve never done this before, I know I can give her what she wants. Not only that, but she trusts me to do this for her.
Getting her off with fear is my mission. I want to make this night memorable for her. When she said she wanted to keep this arrangement open, it rubbed me the wrong way, like sandpaper against skin. But I want to give her what she needs, what she desires. So I’ve taken this as a challenge: I’m going to make myself available for her every time she’s needy. I’m going to rock her fucking world so hard that she won’t even consider another partner.
We’ve somehow found ourselves in a temporary friendship loophole, and I, for one, will be taking full advantage of this. It’s like the universe has handed me this perfect, thick gift I’ve secretly pined for but could never have. With a timeframe and expectations in place, it’s my one chance to have Angie without hurting her.
Between taking my father’s advice and knowing she wants a full commitment—that’s what has always stopped me. When we didn’t kiss on that high school camping trip, it really was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. She’s my closest friend, and if I kept her only as a friend, then I’m still obeying my father’s advice. I’m still in his good graces.
Being her best friend has always been a priority. It’s not like she would ever stand to be in a relationship with me—she’d see soon enough how inadequate I am, how far short I’d fall from her expectations and—well, it’s better the way it is now. Just friends. And if that means my heart needs to take a hit so she can get what she wants, then I’ll always do that for her. I’ll always be that for her.
And if she wants me to chase her in the woods, who am I to deny her?
We took the afternoon to fill out the rest of her BDSM interest form, which fascinated me endlessly. She’s exactly my brand of kinky. She’s open to an array of interests—things I’ve never considered, but with her interest piqued, so is mine.
Tonight’s activities require safewords since the whole point is her running away from me, fighting me, telling me no. So in honor of one of our favorite musical pairings, her safeword is Dolly Parton and mine’s Kenny Rogers.
While she was filling out the form, I took a long run through the woods to get the lay of the land, keeping a mental tracker of where all the dangerous spots would be and to avoid them. I want her to be scared, not injured. I also thought about how to prevent her from tripping. My biggest fear of what we’re about to do is her falling on her stomach. Thankfully, there is a narrow pathway I told her to stick to since it’s fairly clear of tripping hazards. But I’ve also seen this girl tussle with her brothers and I once watched her compete in a Tough Mudder course. This woman is agile and has reflexes better than a cat—Razzle Dazzle notwithstanding.
He’s a million years old and almost blind; he gets a pass.
We ate an early dinner and dusk is about ten minutes away. I’ve already hidden myself high up in an evergreen as I watch her tighten the laces of her hiking boots. She then takes a bite of a protein bar and a swallow of water.
Good girl.
I can’t hear her from where I’m perched, but I watch as she hypes herself up—little jumps side to side as she shakes out her arms and rolls her neck—like she’s about to step in a boxing ring instead of a hike through the wilderness.
