Warning: Explicit Content Ahead
Rafael Vexley leaned forward, squinting dramatically at the rim of his wine glass like it held the secrets of the universe. His head swayed with the motion, his dark hair falling over one eye. "Pssst," he whispered loudly, his voice soaked in mischief and several too many drinks. "Elianaaaa."
Eliana blinked at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with exaggerated curiosity. "What?" she whispered back, like they were plotting world domination, even though they were the only two people in the kitchen. "Why are we whispering?"
Rafael leaned in further, nearly toppling off his wheelchair. "I have a seeecret," he slurred, grinning like a boy caught sneaking cookies.
Eliana's mouth dropped open. "Nooo," she gasped, clutching her chest as if he hadn't just said those exact words moments ago. "Tell me now. Immediately. Or I'll die."
