Rafael's POV
She flinched, and the hum of the air conditioner thickened the silence between us.
"Rafael, didn't you say you had somewhere to be? Why are you still here? You hate being late, don't you? You should hurry!" She tried to change the subject.
Her hands immediately pushed against my arm, guiding us toward the door. Then I caught her wrist, twisted my arm around, and pulled her close, draping my arm over her shoulder.
I smirked. "That's not fair. You're supposed to answer my question. We agreed to ask each other one question each."
Her shoulder stiffened under my touch, and I've never felt this excited before.
"I… I… that's…" She bit her lower lip. "I'll answer you tomorrow. It's a long explanation. I forgot I need to send some documents tonight. We're both busy, so…"
"Nana!" My heavy voice made her press her lips tight like a kid caught in trouble.
