Mikayla POV
I move across the room, my shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. The lights are dim and warm, creating a cozy feel. I lean against the island, trying to steady my racing thoughts, but my body betrays me. Memories of what happened right here on this very spot flood my mind, heat curling low in my stomach, tingling along my skin. Only Rafe has ever made me feel like this.
He walks past me as if I’m invisible, and my chest tightens even more. All I want is one look from him—one sign that he’s not regretting what we had—but he stays unreadable, and the ache coils tighter, pulling at me in ways I can’t let show.
“Tripp, what’s going on?” I asked, moving around the island toward the breakfast bar. I set my bag down and perched on the edge of the stool, but my mind kept drifting ba
