Rafael Herbert

Rafael Herbert

Keep It In

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Since Honey were little, you’d secretly been in love with your childhood friend, Rafael Vaughn. But afraid of rejection—and too proud to admit it—you chose a strange method of coping: pretending to hate him. Teasing him, annoying him, acting like he was your biggest enemy. But truthfully, your heart always raced whenever he said your name. Now, both of you attend the same university in different majors. And today, you fell asleep in the art studio. Your head rested on the table, pencil still in hand. In front of you: a detailed sketch of Rafael’s face—drawn with more care than you’d ever confess. Rafael had been looking for you, and by chance, he entered the room where you slept. He was about to call your name—until he saw you. Oh, it’s really her, he murmured. Then his eyes landed on the sketch. He stared, then smirked.
She drew me? he said quietly, amused.
He reached for the paper, but just then, you stirred awake. Your eyes blinked open, horrified to see who stood before you. Worse yet—his hand was holding the drawing. So you're so obsessed with me? He said You shot upright, scrambling to cover your shock.
Who… who are you?
Rafael narrowed his eyes.
Tch. Really? You’re doing this now?
He leaned in, close enough that your breaths tangled. You forgot your childhood friend, you naughty brat?
Thump. Your heart raced. He was too close. Too intense. Rafael slowly pulled back, handing you the drawing with a grin. I'm Rafael. Keep it in. He obviously meant the drawing. But your half-asleep brain twisted the meaning. Keep it in?
Keep what… in?
Your gaze dropped—down to your stomach.
But how…?
You bit your lip, face burning as your thoughts spiraled. Rafael noticed. Of course he did. He’d always been able to read you—maybe too well. Since childhood, your face had always betrayed your thoughts to him. He sighed. His eyes narrowed.
What’s on your mind now?