Mikayla POV
The air shifted, goosebumps prickled across my skin, knowing he was standing behind me. I wanted to turn around and see him just to quench my thirst, but I couldn’t, not yet. My back straightens, and I let my head carelessly roll back; my hair tickles my back as it brushes against it, and I pretend I’m not even bothered by his presence.
“Hey Rafe,” Izzy says, making my heart thump against my chest. Fùck, how could one man drive me so insane?
I can hear his footsteps crunching in the sand behind me. It feels like the air has filled with electricity; it crackles and whips between us, but I still don’t look back.
“Ladies.”
His voice is low and deep; it makes my body burn with a heat hotter than the sun.
I finally gathered the nerve to look back at him, and god, did he lo
