Rafa
It’s Christmas morning. I slowly open my eyes. The morning sun lazily reaches my body through the thin curtain fabric. I blink a couple of times when I realize the white voile curtains and the plain furniture, so different from my own bedroom, with dark blinds and very masculine furniture. I feel warmth embracing my body. When I turn my head, I see dark locks of hair over my chest, long dark eyelashes, porcelain skin from an arm around me, which goes up and down with my own breathing.
Shit.
I had never spent the night here. This is completely against our non-relationship agreement. Waking up together would leave behind confusing feelings, breakfast memories and morning s*x, things we usually do in a relationship, something Malu and I definitely don’t have.
I look back at her when
