I avoided him all day.
I stayed in the kitchen longer than I needed. Pretended to help clean. Sat through a painfully boring movie with my best friend, trying to look normal—even though every time I shifted, I felt him between my legs.
The stretch.
The ache.
The heat he left inside me.
Rafe hadn’t pulled out, and now I couldn’t stop feeling him. Like he owned my body from the inside out.
I didn’t know what to say to him. Or if I was supposed to say anything at all.
I just knew my body still wanted more.
When the house got quiet, I tiptoed down the hall to get water.
Bad move.
The hallway light flicked on behind me.
“You’re not very good at hiding,” came his deep voice.
I froze.
Rafe.
I turned slowly, hugging the glass to my chest. “I wasn’t hiding.”
“Really?” He stepped clos
