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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">There was a time when only Danielle could see this side of him. Now, it seemed they were both either faking the same chipper and sweet romance they had, or they had nights like this where they couldn't stand to be in each other’s presence. It was his fault, of course. He was the one who kept Aven working with him for selfish reason and now he had gone behind his wife’s back and did exactly what she feared he would. It was hard to make room for the feeling of shame though with the way Even smiled at him. He felt like kissing the softened apples of her cheeks, still flustered a blush red from their being together.<br/>
“The jury is still out on who’s right.,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. Of course, her improvements in the kitchen had not gone unnoticed. Not being under his care hadn't in any way truly impacted Aven’s career for the worse, which was important to him. No matter what she perceived by his actions, he did care for her more than just for the sex – he admired and respected her. It was the reality as to why he didn’t love Aven the same as Danielle and maybe it led to his foolish belief that she would wait for him, because she had been the only one who he felt actually understood him.<br/>
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He sought her lips like a relapsing drunk, crooning for more and hugging her squirming frame close to his as he took another kiss from her. How easy it had been for the both of them to casually slip back into their routine as though there hadn't been any rest between them. He could see in Aven’s eyes she was trying hard to focus on how good she felt in this moment, but the wheels would start spinning soon and they'd realize just how much damage had been done. There was no stopping the inevitable crashing of their worlds. The collision was the last thing on his mind as he took the spoon from her hand, gripping his firmly around hers and stroking the length of her arm. She was smooth to touch, warm in his grasp and she fit so perfectly against him. She was the perfect height, and he knew no matter his mood, seeing her face made everything all the more better. It took a great deal of strength to not react to her so lovingly in front of the others, knowing that once the talk started, it didn’t stop. He was hard on her because he loved her, and he had known he still loved her since their chat at the bar.<br/>
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Rafael ran the spoon along the surface, scratching gently against the burned sugar before finally cracking the surface. He’d broken both but went for Aven’s first. His azure jewels settle firmly on hers in an unbreaking trance as he wraps his mouth around the spoon, catching every bit of creamy custard and licking at the corners of his tongue to keep any more from escaping.<br/>
“I think you know what the prize is.” Rafael chuckled closed the space between them again, caging Aven’s body against the counter as he grabbed another spoonful. He drew it toward Aven’s lips. “I think you also know that it's getting late.” The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by her getting a call from her lover wondering where she was. It was a sobering topic to draw up but when morning came, the realities of their <i>real</i> life would rise as well. Rafael pressed his lips against Aven’s, his tongue curling against the warm inside of her mouth, eager to lap at the sweet remnant of custard on her lips.<br/>
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“You know I want you Aven. You’ll always be the prize.”<br/>
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