(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My blood runs cold.
Raffaele moves fast, grabbing his pants, yanking them up and quickly buckling his belt. I scramble for my shorts, my hands shaking so badly I nearly drop them.
"Krystal?" Angelo's voice comes again. "Is everything okay? Val and the others are waiting for you."
My mind is racing with a thousand thoughts crashing into each other at once.
How much did he hear?
How long was he standing there?
How fucked am I right now?
"I—uh…" my voice trembles, my mind scrambling to form words.
"Bathroom!" Raffaele whispers. "You had to use the bathroom!"
"I had to use the bathroom real quick," I say out loud. "I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay," Angelo replies, then I hear the sound of his footsteps, and only when they fade do I sigh a breath of relief.
Raffaele huffs, then a grin spreads across his face. "That was fucking close."
"Get out," I say.
He frowns. "Are you being serious?"
I fold my arms across my chest. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
