Consequences

Yara woke in Rafael's bed—their bed again—to sunlight and the weight of what they'd done.

Rafael was already awake, watching her with an expression she couldn't read.

"Regrets?" he asked quietly.

Yara took inventory. Guilt? Yes. Shame? Maybe. But regret?

"No," she said. "You?"

"No." Rafael pull...

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