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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rafael felt her body humming even from the smallest of his touch and it made him smile. Perhaps he was a bit of a villain for his actions. But even he couldn't deny the attraction between them had gone absolutely nowhere. Some part of his heart tugged in pain in knowing that Danielle had right to be worried. She had every right to want this woman, this <i>heathen</i> away from her husband after the time they had shared with one another. Here he was proving that Danielle wasn’t crazy or insecure and what did Rafael think about that? He cared very little for anything but Even as he had known he didn’t want her to be fired because he loved her, and he would have her in any way he was able to.<br/>
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So, he was surprised to find. that she hadn't pushed him away or tried to evade his touch. She seemed to pause in the moment and almost considered returning his affections. He was sure she was dealing with her own troubles, the very same ones that had dragged her here in the dead of the night to hopefully cook out her frustrations so everything would make more sense when she was in front of her dear Sebastian. The thought made him snort. Aven couldn't get rid of him if <i>she </i>tried and while she had put on a pretty impressive performance at the bar, he knew was still under her skin.<br/>
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His thumb continued to gaze against her lips as she leaned into his touch, with a delicate sigh of relief as though she had been aching terribly for him to hold her. Memories of them being together could not be dismissed or ignored. They came over him, crushing him with even the simplest of triggers: the smell of Aven’s perfume, the way her fingers danced across his skin as she fought for the better knife, hell even the way she looked at him. His brilliant azures stared down into her warm brown eyes. Though, his attention bounced from her gaze to her lips, back and forth, as she spilled every truth of hers vehemently. It was what she hadn't said that he heard the most. Mason could feel the heat blooming under his palm, her heart rate increasing. Silence surrounded the two of them in the kitchen, a warm and comforting ambiance created thanks to the heat generated from the oven and the soft glow of the orange light from overhead the stove.<br/>
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“And . . .” he challenged her as he leaned in forward. His palm spread toward her neck where gently he gripped her tightly to bring her head back. Rafael glared down at Aven. Had she thought it was at all easy for him? “Say it.” He ‘d hoped she had broken down at the bar, confessing to him a love she had for him that couldn’t be ignored as he had. Had she really wanted him badly and simply let him go out of convenience? That sort of passion didn’t just go away, and it was clear. “Say it Aven. You want it. Don’t you?”</span></div>