MAYA’S POV
It was morning again, and the sunlight captured my face like it was a paparazzi. I tried to shift, but my body immediately lodged a protest. Every muscle from my waist down felt like it had been tenderized. There was a deep ache hanging in between my legs. In other words, it was a "d**k hangover" in its purest form.
I had done it two nights in a row with Rafe. And goddess, he was bigger than I ever imagined. Even Jalen hadn't made me feel this way. My stomach flipped every time the images of last night threatened to resurface.
I stayed still for a moment, listening to him breathe beside me. He was still asleep, and I took the moment to get a glance at him. He looked peaceful, unlike the man he appeared to be in real life—calloused and very difficult.
My body flared up at the
