Rafael's POV
Peace was a stranger. A foreign language. A forgotten song.
It's like a nightmare, a dream I really didn't see happening soon. Could this be real? For the first time in seven goddamn years... I slept. No thrashing. No sweat-drenched sheets. No midnight howls clawing their way out of my throat. Just warmth.
Her warmth.
The scent of her still clung to my skin, coconut and a soft flowery scent. f**k, it wraps around my soul in the dark like a lullaby I never asked for.
And now I was awake, and fuck... I hated it. I wanted this f*****g new feelings. I hated every inch of this f*****g vulnerability. It's more like she has exposed a f*****g hidden part of me that I'm trying to hide.
And I hate it. I hate peace.
Because peace comes with vulnerabilit
