Rafael stood and followed her without hesitation. Every turn she took, he matched it, silent and unbothered, intentionally trying to get in her head
They stepped into the bedroom from earlier. The room was spotless, the sheets fixed, the space looking untouched...as if nothing had happened between them.
“Stop following me,” Rose finally snapped.
“I’m heading to my room, princess,” Rafael said, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth as he unbuttoned his shirt and continued walking.
Rose froze for a moment, irritation flaring. She spun around and walked back out.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Away from you. You psychopath,” she muttered, not bothering to look back.
“This is the only bedroom on the plane,” he replied. “You need to sleep here.”
“With you? I’d rather die,” Rose said an
