Fiona:
Sleep was impossible. I spent the entire morning staring at the ceiling of Rafael's bedroom, my body still humming from the memory of his touch while my mind replayed his devastating words over and over again. You've never had anything to lose. The phrase carved itself deeper into my chest with each repetition, like a blade twisting in an old wound.
I had kicked him out of his own bedroom, and part of me wanted to march down that hallway and kick him out of his own house too. The other part of me wanted to find him and make him explain how he could hold me so tenderly one moment and then dismiss my entire life of loss the next.
The silk sheets smelled like him. Like that intoxicating blend of expensive cologne and something uniquely Rafael that made my body respond even when my h
