Marissa kept tossing and turning in her bed. Rafael had stayed back in the hotel and the kids were staying with him.
And here she was! Doing nothing but missing him.
She looked at the space beside her, her hand landed on the mattress, and started stroking the space.
"You are still that charming man who used to speak to me so gently when I was your sister-in-law," She said in a hushed tone, "I never knew about this side of yours Rafael. There might be se*xual tension between us. But I'm not willing to give up on the lust part," taking a long sigh she lay straight, staring at the ceiling.
"I wish… I wish we had met under different circumstances. We might be good friends."
She thought with a pout.
The way he was caring towards her and the way he used to look at her and smile at her and breathe…
His every action had got class.
