Rafe POV
“Rafe, I have to go.” Mikayla’s sweet voice whispered.
I opened my eyes and froze, taking her in. She was standing beside the bed, holding her dress and heels, and wearing one of my shirts—it swallowed her frame, but she made it look… irresistible. My chest tightened in a way I didn’t understand, and my heart raced.
“I borrowed a shirt; I hope you don’t mind. It’s difficult to put my dress on without any help.”
“No, I don’t mind; you look good in my shirt.”
I reached up and pulled her back down into bed. She squealed, trying to push me away, but I tickled her stomach, making her laugh. It wasn’t just the laughter—it was the way her eyes lit up and the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I didn’t think; I just wanted to hold her a moment longer.
“I wish you didn’t have t
