'He's talking about me, he's recognized me,' Cherry thought, gripping the edge of the table behind her. 'But why is he rambling about a kiss scene?'
Rafael moved closer, his gaze locking on hers. His eyes were heavy with drunkenness, but they burned with intensity.
Yet, despite the heat in his stare, Cherry noticed something odd, his focus seemed blurred. He wasn't truly seeing her.
Without warning, like a reflex beyond his control, he reached for her waist and pulled her closer.
Cherry gasped sharply.
"Get your hands off me!" she hissed, her voice trembling indignation.
But Rafael didn't stop there. His hand trailed lower, resting where it absolutely shouldn't, holding her close to her butt, as he kept his head on her burst, like a soft pillow.
"How dare you...!" Cherry's voice caught in her throat as Rafael leaned in, his face was mere inches from hers.
