CYRIL’S POV
My hands traced slow circles into Raine’s back, like the action would soothe her brokenness. She didn’t know it, but she was f*****g perfect. And somehow, it was on me to make her see that. To make her feel it, believe it, and live it.
She shifted slightly, then tired brown pupils looked up at me. Adjusting herself, her face moved forward until it was just inches away from mine. Her lavender shampoo scent invaded the space between us. I was tempted to bury my nose in her hair.
Her index finger trailed down my jawline. “You know you can always talk to me.”
I caught her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I’m fine.”
I expected her to continue pestering me. It was typical of Raine to be demanding. Not that I had a problem with it, it was sexy.
She surprised me whe
