RAINE’S POV
Yesterday’s event replayed in my head like a broken record as I lay in bed the next morning. I hadn’t slept all night. I recalled Cyril pushing me away like we hadn’t just talked about how much I needed him and how I knew he’d always been mine.
Cyril had pulled away seconds later, he told me to prepare for school and asked if I needed anything. When I told him I didn’t, he dismissed me like I was a child encroaching on his space. I wanted him to touch me, make my head spin, and he didn’t.
He’d ruined our intimate moment.
“You heard me the first time, Raine,” he’d said firmly when I made advances. “Go!”
He looked stoic, not like the man who’d held me some minutes ago. The man who made cuddling feel like a sacred moment.
“Argh!” I groaned as embarrassment from the mem
