(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I wake up feeling strangely well rested.
For a few seconds I just lie there, blinking at the ceiling and relaxing a bit more before I roll onto my side and find Rafa still asleep beside me.
He's facing me.
A few strands of his dark curls have fallen across his face, softening him in a way I don't think he'd appreciate if he were awake to see it.
He's lying on his left side, and my eyes drift down to the arm brace strapped around his shoulder.
It must be so uncomfortable to sleep with that thing on.
My chest tightens a little just by looking at it.
Ever since the therapy session yesterday, I haven't been able to look at Rafa the same way.
Every time my eyes land on him, I don't see Raffaele Vipera at all.
I see that version of him from yesterday. The one I didn't recognize. The one who broke down completely in that exam room, curled into me and cried like a child while holding onto his arm.
The memory sits heavy in my chest.
