Chapter 64

Rafael

She squirmed adorably in my arms, asking to be let down. Albeit reluctantly, I obediently followed her instructions and gently set her back down on her feet.

Taking in her outfit for the first time today, I glanced up and down her creamy, fitted turtleneck sweater that did nothing to hide my marks tucked underneath a beige v-necked dress with her usual winter fleece-lined tights and her high-rising boots that added a good inch or two to her height but doing nothing to close the gap in our height difference.

I watched as she walked, or more so hobbled, toward her desk. Her long hazelnut-colored hair was tied up into a messy bun with wavy strands sticking out. Her thick lenses rested on her little button nose. Even the way she bit onto the tip of her finger when lost in thought was tempting me in every which way.