Mikayla POV
The room is pitch black. His aftershave lingers in the air, cocooning me in a strange kind of safety; it’s as if the world could collapse just outside the window, but here, pressed against him, nothing could touch me. A heavy arm wraps around me, his solid body pressed into my back. My heart feels lighter than it has in months. Lying in Rafe’s arms feels like it should always be this way, like the rhythm of his breathing and the steady warmth of his body are exactly where I belong. My stomach flips at the thought of the weekend ending—and that he’ll be leaving me soon.
His arm tightens slightly, pulling me closer, and his nose brushes the curve of my neck. His warm breath fans across my skin, leaving a shiver trailing down my spine. My fingers twitch against his arm without t
