RAFAEL
My hand rests on the back of Frankie's waist as we walk into La Rosa, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over cream-colored walls adorned with Renaissance art, while intimate booth seating creates pockets of privacy throughout the space. The smell of fresh herbs and garlic mingles with expensive perfume and wine. It's been three days, and she isn't having cramps anymore. I still can't believe her that day – Julio briefed her on how important it was to impress the Crawfords, but I never expected her to put herself aside and try to come while in pain. I didn't think I meant s**t to her, but I guess I was wrong, and that's cracking my stone heart open, creating f*****g space for her whether I want it or not.
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