The old bookstore smelled of ink, paper, and a hint of coffee and cinnamon; the walls were lined with new and old books, thrillers, and romance. It was a bookworm's heaven, your heaven.

Rafe had taken you to the bookstore as a birthday gift; his credit card was yours for the day, and your body was strumming with excitement and joy at the thought of no limits on how many books you could buy. Your feet padded down the rows of books as Rafe wandered around aimlessly.

You stood by the smutty romance section as you read a few pages of a book that had caught your eye. Your eyes traveled along the words on the page as your cheeks flushed red. You tucked the book under your arm before you excitedly skipped over to Rafe, a huge smile perched on your lips.

Rafe immediately perked up as he saw your excitement, his lips curved into a smirk as he saw the smutty book tucked under your arm. “Okay, baby, what scene are we re-creating today?” he said softly as he shifted on his feet, towering over you slightly.