You were begging

WINTER'S POV

I groaned as I twisted in bed, my hands colliding with a rock-hard body, jolting me awake. I grimaced, rubbing my eyes before looking at my side to see who I had hit.

Rafael was on the other side of the bed, shirtless, with a hand under his chin bracing it. I swallowed hard, willing myself to stop staring at his well-defined chest, and focused on his face, which wore a smirk.

"I forgot you were there," I murmured, rolling back to my side.

"I'm not complaining," Rafael said.

I rolled my eyes, climbed down from the bed, and stretched. "You should cover up. It's awkward seeing you like this. Besides, if anyone walks in, they might assume something happened between us."

"Something did happen," Rafael said, amusement lacing his voice.

"What happened?" I asked, turning to face him. Rafael fell back onto the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, a frown etched on his face.

"You were begging and grabbing me last night. You were..."

"Rafael!" I exclaimed, flushing. "I obviously did