Rafe POV
Mikayla was acting as if I didn’t exist, and seeing her shut me out stung deeper than I expected. But I deserved it.
The distance between us made me crazy—it wasn’t just lust anymore; it was something deeper, something that clawed at me and made my stomach feel like I was free-falling. It was something I’d never felt before, something that confused and excited me all at once.
Last night, I’d done the same to her. I hadn’t had a choice though.
I’d been a complete dìck to her, but the guilt twisting in my gut when I saw Tripp on my doorstep—completely broken—was unbearable. I wanted to throw up, and to make everything worse, she’d arrived looking sèxy and adorable.
As soon as she looked up into my eyes, I found myself losing control. Even though Tripp was drunk, he wasn’t stupi
