Hazel stood up. A contradictory mixture of shock, pain, anger, and—though she hated it—a slither of happiness hit her, almost stealing her breath.
Sprawled on one of a cream leather armchairs, with his arms crossed behind his head as if he owned the space around him, was the last person in the world Hazel wanted to see.
So beautiful. She was so damn beautiful that it almost hurt Rafael to look at her. Despite not being small, she was petite and almost pixie-like with her heart-shaped face, small nose, clear skin and bangs falling on her hair which he wanted to hold tightly when he would kiss her to his content.
His heart started racing. content yet also restless, and more alive around her than in any other situation. He'd found her. He'd finally found her.
