FAVOURITE

The next morning was a bliss. For Raquel, it was, but for Eliot, it isn’t.

When she noticed the grim look plastered on his face, Raquel did not hesitate to ask, “Is everything’s alright?”

Unlike her, Eliot was already fully clothed compared to the bareness they share last night, and the thirst they both patched up with flames. But his face seems to be I grave, grievance worries that she was oblivious about.

Is it about last night? She don’t think so. When they did it, he doesn’t seems regretful, no remorse and lament that she could perceive as they make love to each other.

If it is love making, and not just some sex he had been pursuit, because of his anger.

“It’s my father.” Eliot brushed his hair, already messing the tangle knots that lay sprouted on top of his head. “Maids called, he had been diagnosed last night, and they said he is in the ER.”

“Oh my god.” Worries flashed before her eyes. “Do you wanted to go to him? I can packed some things up, and let’s just grab some breakfast