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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He put his leather jacket on, his hands then brushing through his hair out of nervousness. habit.  There was something about Aven’s appearance that had caught him off guard. “Look at you,” Rafael said when he saw Aven. He resisted the urge of reaching out to pay with the new length of her har. His fingers tingle then. It had been a while since he last touched her and now he was realizing how weird it was to not be so physical with her despite how close they were in the kitchen. Things were different now outside of the kitchen. It reminded him of  the kick that he got out of being so professional with Aven at work, only to call her into his office. Instead of going over the next week’s menu, he would be way more consumed with getting too touchy with her on his desk. Or how much fun it had been going out to different restaurants and bars and pretending that they were an actual couple, judging other place’s meals. Danielle had never really understood his passion for cuisine. Honestly during her pregnancy, he kept cooking most of his favorites considering how weak her stomach had been.<br/>
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Aven just understood – the appeal to every senses when it came to a dish. He looked at her in much the same way and right now he had to tear his hungered gaze away after realizing he had been staring at her for so long.<br/>
“Sorry I meant the hair .  . . it looks nice on you. He flicked the lights off on their way out. Rafael held the door open for her as they were exiting. He looked over his shoulder at Aven, cracking a smile of his own at her. “Me old?” He rolled his eyes, shoving the keys into his pockets. Fortunately it made for a pretty good night – it wasn’t too cold and the walk would be nice after so much time in the kitchen. He couldn’t even remember if he took a break or not, he’d been having too much fun with Aven. “A walk sounds lovely. I’m still getting a little bit used to this area. Danielle and I live over in Ballard.”<br/>
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Rafael winced a little at bringing up Danielle again. He owed her a lot though. She had stopped going to school and worked until she got pregnant just to help Rafael out while he got his first restaurant to the success it was. It was that guilt which made it a little bit easier in knowing who to choose.  It was hard after the last few months of basically getting their life back together – Danielle and his daughter had been all he thought about outside of work. He hadn’t been able to completely wipe Aven out of his mind, but he had tried. He couldn’t lose Danielle and he couldn’t lose his child . . . but that selfish part of him didn’t want to lose Aven. It seemed he didn’t have a choice.<br/>
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“So, this boyfriend of yours. . .how long has that been going on?”<br/>
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