Celia paused, unsure of what to say, while Rafael continued watching her, waiting for an answer.
“You made it clear that you liked me, and I got that. But you never asked me to be your girlfriend, until now, right after seeing Lorenzo. So tell me, is this coming from a place of jealousy?”
“Yes, I’m jealous,” Rafael admitted, his voice low but steady. “But asking you to be my girlfriend, this isn’t about him. It’s about us. I want to make this official between us, Celia. I have wanted that long before I knew about Lorenzo.”
Celia raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she placed her fork on the plate.
“Is this how you usually ask women to be your girlfriend? While sharing breakfast, in a cramped chair, stealing all the personal space like it’s yours?”
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