My fucking heart

I leaned forward and rested my elbow on the table, gracefully supporting my head with my hand. Raphael is watching me intently.

"Black suits you." I admitted honestly, looking him in the eyes. My heart beats a little faster for a moment at the thought that I had just started this flirting maneuver.

Raphael couldn't help but grin, looking at me satisfied.

He likes me flirting with him.

"Yeah?" he asked playfully. He wants to hear more.

Humming, I confirmed my answer and took another sip of my wine.

"You want to know what I like about you?" That piqued my interest. My eyes darted in his direction, curious as to what he liked about me.

„Your fine ass in that little sports outfit of yours."