Chapter Thirty-Two

Raven snuggled closer to the warm chest and sighed contentedly. She had gotten used to the delicious smell of Ralph and the warmth of his arms around her waist.  Her eyes flew open at the realization and took in the bare chest of a sleeping Ralph right in front of her. So it wasn't a dream after all. He was indeed on her bed. His arm was around her waist and his sweatpants clad leg was also over her. Raven couldn't move although she really didn't want to. She gazed at his sleeping face, looking so relaxed and happy. She touched his cheek with the back of her hand in a soft touch when to her horror he opened his eyes, burning her with his hot gaze.

"If you touch me, sweet Raven, I can't guarantee that I'd be able to keep control,"  he whispered hoarsely. Raven instantly stopped as if stung. Ralph released her slowly, watching her. Too embarrassed at being caught, she retracted her hand and put some distance between them. Then swinging her legs off