Raul

You entered your bedroom, your hair still fairly damp as you tried to pull it back before you hit your pillow. You closed the door behind you, noticing Raul on the bed, reading a book, showered and ready for a night of sleep. As you entered, you tossed your phone onto the bed, glancing at him. He didn’t speak, only lifting up a small packet, waving it in the air. You raised a brow in question. “Don’t act brand new.” He responded lightly, his brows raising.