MAYA’S POV
The sound of his footsteps up the stairs snapped something inside me. The shame I should have felt was completely drowned out by a desperate need. My body was so alive, and it made me unable to think straight.
"Rafe!" I scrambled to my feet, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. I didn't care about the belt marks or the coldness in his eyes. I practically sprinted after him, my bare feet slapping against the floor. "Rafe, wait!"
I caught up to him just as he reached the landing of the second floor. I grabbed his arm, but it was like grabbing a statue. He didn't even turn around; he just stood there, cold to me.
"Rafe, stop. This is unfair!" I gasped, my voice trembling. "You can’t just... you can’t leave a woman hanging like that. It’s cruel."
He finally turned, looking at
