"I think I should leave you now," he said, his voice strained as he started to pull away. "Because right now, I might just get you pregnant."
I laughed a real, genuine laugh that surprised both of us and pulled him back. "I don't mind."
Rafael's eyes darkened immediately. "Maliya, don't say things like that unless you mean them."
"What if I do mean them?"
He stared at me for a long moment, then groaned and buried his face in my neck. "You're going to be the death of me."
I laughed again, feeling lighter than I had in days. Rafael lifted his head and kissed me deeply, possessively.
"I won't forget you said that," he whispered against my lips, his voice full of promise.
We spent the rest of the day together in my room, talking, kissing, simply being close. No pressure, no expectations
