"Why don't you cook something for me while I'm going to tell you about her?" Rafael requested. He eyed the vegetables on the table, she didn't bring much things to prepare a nice meal for him. And with his gentle touch, he rubbed her cheek.
Erika rolled her eyes; she knew he was just killing time. "Fine, what do you want to have?" Erika said that as she tightened her hair up, he stood behind her and leaned forward, his hands running from her neck to her hair.
"I love it down like this," Rafael whispered. She felt with her heartbeats dancing so fast that she sighed, for she didn't want to tell him that she had forgiven him for what he had done to her.
"Rafael I can't cook while you're around; go and sit there like a polite man," Erika said. Her tone seemed serious, more dying in shyness inside.
