Jj Rafe And Topper の小説・ストーリー

He patted his shoulder and went to sit with Enzo. Rafe looked at Josh, Enzo and then Chelsea before he gulped down and looked around the table. Everyone was quiet. Deadly silent and then they all erupted into fits of laughter. They were practically laughing, holding their tummies and there Rafe was trying to save himself from a blushing, embarrassed Chelsea. —------.... Tabby

Could I trust Raffaele at all? .

“How did you find it? Meeting my family?” “I like your mom. Adam and Carter are pleasant, so I’m not surprised you’re such a gentleman. You have a wonderful family, Jules.” His mouth curls up. “Jules?” “That’s what they call you.” “Well, that’s not everything.” He smirks, shaking his head. “Wait till you meet Rafe.” I raise my gaze at him. “Why?” “He’s... uptight.” “Really?” “I suppose I haven’t told you yet. Rafe had a twin brother. Mikhail.”

Jen asked excitedly leaning forward to touch two tiny feet very gently. "Yeah, what did you saddle your poor offspring with?" Aaron chuckled, remembering the teasing his friend had given him at the names Jen had picked for theirs. He was still trying to live Thorne down though his mate had been adamant about it so he'd let her have her way. It suited his son and he wouldn't change it for the world now. "Ben and Aaron," Rafe answered quietly and his friend's laughter suddenly cut off as he went completely still against his mate. Aaron stared at Rafe and then turned to Lacey, his expression so completely blank that for a moment they couldn't read him at all.

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

Bridgette, gasps, coming to attention first, sitting up in shock and then pressing herself down quickly – realizing, of course, that she’s topless. Rafe takes an extra few seconds, blinking into consciousness and then focusing his eyes on me, standing across the room laughing my ass of. “Shit,” he groans, covering his eyes with his hand and letting his head fall back against the little flat decorative pillow. “Shiiiiiit.” “Oh, don’t mind me!” I say, grinning from ear to ear and moving to the coffee machine. “I’ll be out of here in just a minute, and then you two can go back to sleep – or whatever you were doing –“