Mikayla POV
I’d spent the last three days wrapped up in Rafe’s world. When he went to work, I’d sit out on his deck with a book in my lap, listening to the wind and the sounds of the forest around me. Even though I was completely alone, I wasn’t scared. His scent lingered everywhere, a quiet reminder that he was close.
But bubbles don’t last forever. And I hated that ours had to burst now.
We were on our way to my house—back to reality, back to everything we had been running from.
The silence between us stretched, filled only by the hum of the engine and the whisper of trees flying past the window. I caught him glancing at me once, then again, like he was working something out in his head.
Finally, he cleared his throat, his thumb tapping the steering wheel. “So… I was thinking.”
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