Page 211 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
The sharp line of his jaw was tense, clenched just enough to hint at the restraint he was holding onto.
His lips were pressed into a neutral line, but there was something there—something unreadable, something held back.
His eyes stayed fixed on the road, focused.
Every part of him looked composed and untouchable.
And yet...
So close.
Heat curled low in my stomach, unwelcome and persistent, catching me off guard.
It wasn’t just that he was attractive—it was the kind of attractiveness that felt dangerous, the kind that made rational thought falter.
I tore my gaze away, forcing myself to look forward instead, focusing on the city unfolding ahead of us.
My eyes slid back to Rafael.
Tracing. Studying.
It was impossible not to look.
I hated it.
And I didn’t.
Then—
He turned his head slightly.
At the exact moment I was already looking at him.
Our eyes met.
Time compressed into a single, charged second that stretched far longer than it should have.
His gaze locked onto mine, dark and knowing.
I snapped my head toward the window so fast it almost hurt, heat rushing to my cheeks.
God.
“I noticed you’ve been staring.”
His voice cut through the silence, low and steady.
“Still trying to process how I look?”
I shook my head quickly, my eyes fixed firmly on the passing scenery, even though I wasn’t really seeing it anymore.
“I guess I’m just stunned that I can see everything again,” I said softly.
It wasn’t entirely a lie.
But it wasn’t the truth either.
“Thank you,” I said.
