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95. The Confrontation

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SOFIA

I stumbled into my room, the door clicking shut behind me with a soft thud that echoed a little too loudly in my fuzzy head. The date with Adrian had been perfect, from the romantic dinner at the restaurant, to his hand on my thigh under the table, whispering promises that made my skin tingle.

God, he knew how to make me feel like the center of the universe. A couple of glasses of Chianti had me floating, my heels wobbling just enough to remind me I wasn't as steady as I thought. I kicked them off, letting out a contented sigh, and reached for the zipper on my dress.

That's when I suddenly saw Rafe, standing right in the middle of the room like he owned the damn place. His arms were crossed over that broad chest of his, with the shadows from the lamp falling across his sharp jawline and those piercing eyes that always seemed to see too much. My heart skipped a beat, partially from surprise and partially from something else I didn't want to name.

"What the hell are you doing he
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