180- Over My Dead Body

Her gaze shot up when the unsettling thought crossed her mind. There was a knowing smirk on his face, and she could feel her face heating up.

Good, God! He knows what I am thinking!

She tried to smile and shake off the feeling, "H-how long are we supposed to sit like this?" she didn't want to sound shy, but his intense gaze made her increasingly self-conscious.

"I don't have any plans of letting you go," he said casually but Marissa could see the playful flicker in his eyes.

She was aware that the blush must be slowly creeping up her neck, "So, you expect me to sit here and spend the day on this couch, talking to you? Seriously, Rafael!"

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her temple, his breath was warm against her skin, "I won't mind it, Strawberry. Don't we have years of catching up to do?"

She didn't say anything and just stared at his face.

"Enjoying the view so far?" he asked mischievously.