Mikayla POV
I hated that the weekend was over. Seeing Cait, Oli, and Mia had been exactly what I needed, but spending time with Rafe had been the icing on the cake; it made the weekend perfect—and coming back to reality suddenly felt unbearably hard. I missed the freedom of being close to him—kissing him, touching him, letting myself melt against him without worry. That was one of the things I loved the most about this weekend.
At least my last day with my best friends had been spent relaxing by the pool, sipping virgin cocktails, eating delicious food, and gossiping about everyone and everything—a luxury I hadn’t enjoyed since Cait left Cherry Hill. God, I need to get myself some girlfriends.
I pull up outside the house and can’t help smiling when I spot my father sitting on the porch,
