LILA POV
My heels click softly against the pavement as I step out, heart racing like I'm about to walk into battle... or a really intense scene in a romance movie.
The black car sits there like it owns the damn street. The windows are tinted blocking the views, and unpredictable, just like him. Ava stands by the door, watching me like a proud, hyped-up stage mom. I shoot her a nervous glance.
She winks. "Shoulders back. t**s up. You're not just going on a date, you're making history."
Making history indeed. I roll my eyes but do as she says.
The driver's door opens, and as expected Rafael steps out.
Sweet mother of temptation. I know I'm making fool of myself, gawking too much. By damn! Like damn! He reminds me of the first time we first met. The first time I saw him in my house.
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