MAYA’S POV:
Jane didn't hesitate to put a hand on Rafe. She moved like a little girl who had found her favorite toy. Then she threw her arms around his neck like I did not exist, even for a second. The scent of her perfume was all over the place, and it made me wonder if she bathed in the entire bottle.
It was perfume with a touch of clothes.
"I have missed you so much," she cooed, her voice dripping with a fakeness that made my skin crawl. I hated how she was all over Rafe, acting all girlie.
I stood there, my hand still tingling from where Rafe’s grip had just loosened. I felt like a ghost at my own funeral. I watched her fingers graze the nape of his neck. Rafe didn’t embrace her back with the same fervor, but he didn't exactly reject her. He just stood still for a while as she hung
