When Desire Becomes A Sin
RAFAEL POV
I wasn’t an early riser… not exactly. Insomnia had a way of making mornings come whether you wanted them or not.
Which explained why I was in the kitchen before sunrise, brewing coffee. The faint aroma of roasted beans drifted through the house, mixing with the crisp mountain air sneaking in through the open window.
Mist curled over the hills outside, soft and thick, hiding Baguio’s streets below.
I leaned against the counter, mug in hand, scanning the faint glow of the dawn. My thoughts should have been on mundane things meetings later in the city, and notes for the presentation Sapphire had to give. But my mind refused to cooperate.
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