7
RAVEN
I riseout of the tub, move a towel over my body, and slather some lotion over my skin. I wrap the towel around my chest when I hear a soft knock on the door.
My heart skips beats.
Tiptoeing, I enter the room and collect my phone, ensuring I haven’t missed a message or a call.
No one has called me.
The person knocks on the door again.
Jaw locked, I move to the exit, push to my toes and check the corridor through the peephole when I notice a man’s back and dark hair.
I unlock the door.
Francisco turns to me.
“Hey,” he says, smiling softly.
“Hey. What happened?”
He wears lounge pants, and that’s about it. His clean-shaven face shimmers with drops of aftershave.
“Nothing. May I come in?”
“Yes. Sure. I thought you were asleep.”
He closes the door while I gesture for him to take a seat.
I lower myself to the edge of the bed, and he sits next to me.
“Did you have any sleep?” I ask.
He looks so fresh, I had to ask.
“Actually, no. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Is something wrong?”
Looking down, he avoids my eyes.
“No.”
I touch his hand.
“You left without a word,” I say, prompting him to move his eyes to me.
His lips tilt into a smile.
“You were busy,” he says.
“I was.”
I sound amused.
He holds my eyes, his stare heavy with untold words, when I tip my gaze down, my smile fading.