Rafe POV
The front door slammed shut, shaking the windows in her bedroom. Mikayla turned to me, grabbing my face between her hands once again, examining me with such scrutiny you’d think she has every line memorised.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes glisten as the light hits them.
“I’m fine; I’d be better if you lay back down, though.”
She nods, letting me help her back into bed. The metal frame creaks, and she hisses. She leans back, giving me that sweet smile—but she isn’t very good at hiding her pain from me. I can see it written all over her face. I want nothing more than to climb in beside her and hold her until she feels no more pain. But I can’t—Tripp is seething right now, and I can feel the tension from our fight still thrumming through my jaw. And as much as I want to stay with her,
