Rafe POV
My jaw ached from clenching, and my teeth ground together. Heat flushed through my body, my pulse raced, my heart pounded against my chest as bitterness consumed my thoughts. Witnessing Mikayla flirt with Richie, the biggest douchebag I know, made something snap inside of me. I wanted to beat the living shìt out of him for even speaking to her. When he grazed her back, my whole body vibrated with fury. The urge to rush across the room and snap each of his fingers was nearly unstoppable. But the real gut punch was hearing that manwhòre asking Mikayla out and her saying yes. I wanted to slam him into the wall—just once—to knock that smug grin off his face. But I couldn’t do any of those things. I couldn’t let Mikayla get under my skin—I had to forget about her. But I couldn’t. She
