Rafael's POV
Three reasons, bullshit.
I did it again.
After five long, boring years living with strict order and perfect calculation in every decision I made, I had just thrown it all away and made reckless decision because of her—again.
And all because I enjoyed the sight of her squirming, overwhelmed around me.
I thought I already had full control of my mind, my emotions, my damn body. But then her anxious face and that awkward voice when she let me in and offered me a drink… it did things to my rationality.
The way she giggled slyly while choosing the cappuccino flavour I hated, and the way the muscles in her neck tightened from behind like this, sent something feral clawing awake inside me.
My breath grew heavy, my chest rising and falling as I held back the urge to pull her into my arms right here, right now.
My grip on the table edge tightened like I'd fall straight into a void if I let go.
