CATANIA
My heart thrummed as my eyes widened to Rafael in front of me. He's wearing form-fitting jogging gear that clings to the broad contours of his chest and shoulders, with sweat dripping from his messy hair.
The presence of him brought yesterday’s heat rushing back to my face.
Oh God!!
“I'm asking you, Catania.”
Under his intense gaze, my mind scrambled frantically for a believable lie.
"I-I was just..."
Rafael frowned as he took a step over the threshold, moving directly into me. The intimidation of his presence made me panic, so I hastily tried to back up further, but my heel caught the edge of the foyer rug and began to tip backward toward the hard marble floor.
But before I could even touch the floor, Rafael’s hand wrapped securely around my waist and pulled me until my
