(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I am so fucked.
Like, catastrophically, irreversibly fucked.
My nerves are still buzzing, my skin still tingles from what Raffaele just did to me, and my heart won't slow the hell down no matter how many deep breaths I take.
Valentino's voice was calm when he turned to me and asked the question, but there's something in his eyes now.
He's looking at me like something doesn't add up.
And that's the problem.
Valentino doesn't miss things. He files them away. He watches. He waits.
And I just gave him something to watch.
Play it cool, Bianca. Act confused. Act offended.
I force my brows together.
"Babe," I say softly, leaning closer to him so it looks intimate instead of panicked. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not blind, Krystal," Val says. His voice is low, careful like he's trying not to explode. "You and Rafa have been sneaking looks at each other since we got in the car."
Fuck.
My stomach twists but my face stays neutral.
