Rafe POV
Mikayla’s car pulls up outside. I watch as she adjusts the mirror, checks her lipstick, and pouts those plump lips before stepping out. She locks the door and slides her keys into her little bag, and I can’t look away. Every movement—every curve—draws me in. That green dress hugs her in all the right places, the ruching at the front giving it elegance… sophistication… and making her utterly impossible to resist.
I can’t help but admire her body in that tight dress she’s wearing for our first-ever date—something I haven’t done in a long time. I don’t date. I don’t care. I take what I want, and when it gets complicated, I walk away. But she’s different. She makes me want to show her the world. She makes me want everything.
My hand itches to touch her, to feel the warmth of her sk
