Back to Bree's POV
I reach to rub my eyes when I awake but I bump something in back of me as my arm flies up. I jolt up and stare at what had been laying behind me. Less of a what and more like a who. Raphael. I open the curtains and blinds until the room completely fills with light. Then, I resort to poking him with my finger until he wakes up.
"The hell?" I hear him say in his groggy morning voice.
"Get. Up. Now. You have some explaining to do."
"Explaining? I thought you wanted this all along." He gives a tired grin.
"That doesn't matter." I glare at him, cross my arms and tap my foot.
After a while of silence he says "You were cold a-" My mom barges in.
"It's time to go"
The burial was over, thank God, because it was freezing outside. We drove back to the house in silence.
My mom broke the silence by asking Raphael, "Are you going to stay another night? I hope the bed was okay for you last night."
He replied, "No, the bed was perfect actually." He winks at me and I scowl back.
"I will stay another night if it's okay with you."
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Jasper
RomanceBree Williams is a cute, shy author from Europe. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Raphael Perez, a slender, strong man with a passion for books. Bree takes an instant disliking to Raphael and the arrogant and selfish ways he learnt during...
