My fucking heart

Chapter 29

Ana

After dinner we relocated to the couch in my living room, intending to have a more comfortable place to talk to each other. I opened Raphael's red wine he had brought with him and poured us both a glass. Looking at the lable, I noticed that it was exactly the same wine we drank in this restaurant on Sunday. He told me he had to go to three different supermarkets to find this exact red wine.

I felt that warm feeling consuming me again when he told me that. How sweet that was! Does he know how sweet he can be?

We talked a lot. We told each other about our childhood and our families. Raphael has a good relationship with his parents. His mother Sabine sounds like a nice woman, sweet and warm-hearted, while his father Johann is rather quiet and likes to stay at home if possible. He doesn't like being around a lot of people because, just like Raphael, he isn't the most talkative.

Well, what a coincidence.

Raphael seems like a real family man, as he only spoke highly of his family, which I think is very beautiful. Treating your family well shows manners and decency. It's an attractive trait, for my liking.

He also opened up to how difficult his childhood had been with Jasmin as his sister. Of course, since she was two years younger than Raphael and Dad's favorite, she was never to blame if a vase broke or if all the sweets her mother had hidden from them were gone. I couldn't stop laughing at some point.

After this story was a moment of silence as we both took a sip of the wine.

"Did you tell Jasmin anything about me being here tonight?" he suddenly wanted to know.

I thought for a second, but then shook my head. "No, I did not." I answered truthfully. "To be honest, I haven't told her anything at all." I said, as he turned his gaze in my direction to be able to look at me.

"Why not?"

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him, unsure of the purpose of this question. "Do you want her to know about it?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulder. "I wouldn't mind." He simply replied, which took me by surprise. He wouldn't care about his sister knowing about us meeting secretly behind her back? About us kissing goodbye in front of my apartment? About the magnetic, mutual attraction between us which seems to grow with every time we see each other. With every time I see him.

Don't get me wrong, Jasmin is a very good friend of mine, but I also know that things always get messy when people get too much involved in this kind of news. Everyone always wants to know how's it going, what's happening. Especially in our positions, it wouldn't be too good if this came to light.

He noticed that I was lost in my thoughts. He tilted his head, resting it on the back of the couch while watching me closely. With his hand he grabbed a strand of hair that was hanging over my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Tell me what you are thinking." he said, his eyes wary on me. My stomach is tingling briefly from the bass of his voice and the determination on his face.

I sighed quietly. "I don't know if it's a good thing if someone knows about it." I admitted honestly. The more people involved, the more complicated it can get.

He studied my face. "Nobody has to know about it if you don't want them to." he suggested, leaving this decision to me. I went quiet again for a moment. I felt his hand on my back, making a circular motion, which got me goosebumps all over my skin because of the gentleness of his touch.

"I don't wanna lie to anyone." I stated. I really don't want to. He nodded. "But I don't want to make a big deal about it either."

So we decided to not tell anyone that he was over at mine tonight. We won't tell anyone we kissed goodbye in front of my apartment, and we won't tell anyone about the magnetic, growing attraction between us. We aren't a couple, so no one had to know. But we won't lie if it ever comes up. Above all, we must not forget that I work for Raphael. Otherwise, it could get messy.