There was a long silence, Celia staring into his eyes, Rafael holding her in a firm grip, his expression unreadable. His fingers tightened slightly around her wrist.
“You are hurting me. Let me go.”
“Don’t command me.”
“You expect me to say ‘please’?”
He simply nodded.
Celia huffed. “Let me go. You can’t just go around kissing every girl.”
Rafael smirked. “You kissed me back. You could have pushed me away or slapped me, but you didn’t. You enjoyed it first.”
“You are sick,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “But if you don’t let me go, I will use every ounce of strength I have to pull your hands off me, and then I will kick you out.”
“Kick me out?” he repeated, amused.
“Yes. You’re in no condition to drive, and if you step outside in this cold, you will probably en
