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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He lazily stuffed himself into his boxers, pulling up his pants to follow but was too worn out to bother with zipping them up just yet. They loosely clung to his hips, held up by the pressing presence of Aven between his legs. His arms came around her waist and his eyes set on hers. He expected her to question him. What he was suggesting wasn’t that far off from ludicrous. Still, he wasn’t going to change his mind. Though hearing Danielle’s name out of her mouth did tug painfully at his chest. He felt the gilt trying to eat him up, but it was impossible to feel that way with Aven in his arms. It’d come with a vengeance while he was at home and at peace in the shower. His finger grazed the small of her back, up and down her spine his fingers trailed.<br/>
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Rafael sighed with pleasure under the lithe touch of Raven's digits trailing through his dark strands, If she looked closely, he was sure she’d eventually spot the silver strands marking his anger. In some ways he was not the man that she had been with.<br/>
“I’ll figure it out,” he assured her with a firm set of his brows. He didn't doubt that after this blowout Danielle would want some space. It wasn’t as simple as just getting a hotel room for herself or staying with friends or her sister since they had their daughter. And he knew that Danielle was not willing to admit what was going on in their marriage, not after she was considered a fool to still go on with the wedding in the first place.<br/>
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Rafael wasn’t sure it was the right thing to say: working Aven out of his system. But it was undeniable that he had strong feelings for her. It was clear that his and Danielle’s relationship wasn’t as strong as they thought it was, but if he wasn’t over Aven then he needed to be sure about that before dissolving the life he had set up. He couldn’t go back and forth with Danielle or his daughter and he didn’t expect Aven wanted that either. Whatever this was, if it really meant something then they were both going to have to fight for it and be sure about it. And if it fizzled out . . . they had to accept what was beautiful, was also dead and gone.<br/>
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“I won't regret this. I know what I’m doing and – shit Aven maybe I’m crazy, but I also know I want <i>this</i>. Whatever <i>this </i>is.” Rafael drew his hand up to rest at the base of Aven’s head, He drew her forehead to his and gently rolled his head side to side. “I’ll set everything up. But we should get out of here. I know the janitorial crew will be here soon and uh . . . this kitchen is definitely in need of cleanup.” Rafael grinned as he leaned in for a deeper kiss. He’d arrived at a quiet home that night, the lights off. He headed into the guest bedroom after checking in on his daughter, finding that Danielle had moved her crib into the master bedroom which was locked. It wasn’t worth pressing at the moment and he was much too tired.<br/>
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He showered and as expected the thoughts about what he had just done came hard like the water from the showerhead. It didn’t seem to beat any sense into him, but Rafael certainly fretted over what he did. Still, with each touch across his body he thought about Aven and the way her kiss felt, how he could still feel her mouth wrapped around him. He went to sleep that night eager and excited about the opening for the restaurant and the night to come after.</span></div>