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A Long Day

Author: Krystal Bahmz
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The door eased open, Rafael’s steps soft against the polished vinyl floor of the private room. He lingered a second at the threshold before closing it again.

“Ash still sleep?” he whispered, moving closer.

I only nodded, not looking up. My hand was still tangled in Ash’s hair, fingers stroking the damp strands that were finally drying.

Rafael stopped beside me, leaning against the wall in that deceptively casual way of his. But I knew better. His eyes were scanning, weighing. He had a radar for moods, and ignoring them had never been one of his talents.

“Erick and Maritza went home. The drama queen said she’s scared of having nightmares because of the needle,” he said, raising a brow.

That drew a quiet laugh from me. “She deserves an Oscar. At least a nomination.”

“And you deserve some sleep,” he shot back, narrowing his eyes at me. “You look like you just fought the Hulk.”

I let my head fall against the chair, staring at the ceiling. “Feels like it too.”

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