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After running into Rafayel at the mall, you help him hide from the paparazzi, but the compromising position you two find yourself in only invites more scandalous activity.
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“You're not wearing anything under here?” He asks with a slight deviousness to his voice.
You feel your face heat up at the pointed question and clear your throat in an attempt to shake away the embarrassment. It's not like Rafayel hasn't seen you like this before, but granted, it's not usually in such a compromising position in the middle of a shopping mall.
“All of my clothes got dirty, and I didn't feel like buying new underwear,” you rationalize, though the way you're going absolutely haywire inside your head does not match the nonchalance you try to portray.
“Hmm,” Rafayel hums mindlessly, uninterested in your explanation even though he was the one who asked. Wedging his head further in between your legs, he pulls down his face mask and trails kisses along your bare skin as he makes his way towards your pooling heat. They're the same kind of kisses he normally gives you, but the heightened anxiety of the situation makes every touch feel like it's incinerating your flesh.