Rafael's POV
I smiled bitterly when I saw the tension in her eyes, that heavy seriousness, like she had been preparing these words for a long time, turning them over again and again in her head.
"Fine. Let's talk inside." I smiled and took her hand gently.
The night air brushed against my skin as I opened the car door and stepped out, the chill biting lightly, a reminder to keep my head cool for whatever she was about to say.
From a simple handhold, she slipped her arm around mine and squeezed softly. Her gaze stayed fixed on the narrow path from the garden to the terrace, thoughtful, as if she were counting every step she took.
Once we were inside, I suggested we clean ourselves up first.
She looked reluctant at first, like she wanted to spill the chaos inside her immediately, without wasting time.
But then she gave in and went into the bathroom in her room. Yes, I still didn't consider it our room. Our real room was in Liechester, still being prepared now.
