Rating: K
D — Doubt
"I never doubted her for a minute,"
Raimundo's words couldn't have been truer. He'd watched her struggle as she tried to control her temper. The frustration in her eyes glowed like a flame whenever she made a mistake.
He felt they weren't close enough for him to just go and give her comfort or advice. Besides, there was no telling if she'd take it as pity and wind up feeling more annoyed with herself.
So instead he supported her another way.
He made sure she knew the bet was being made, but she didn't know who bet what.
It had infuriated her more, at least, until the end result.
She was glowing with happiness after winning against Spicer. Any wavering confidence had been replaced with strength and belief. And she had managed it on her own.
He wouldn't tell her, but he was proud of her that day.
And the way she stuck her tongue out when they bumped fists— No, that's not what he should be thinking. Especially the reddening blush she had across her cheeks—
He'd never doubted her, and apparently, he was more than just proud.
But that's an emotion to consider another time.
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