Keya's POV (Continued)
I didn’t even blink. I stared straight at Rafael, giving him all my attention like Rhys wasn’t even there. I could *feel* him stiffen beside me, that subtle shift in the air that meant he didn’t like it.
Good.
Play the game, get burned.
“Yes. Rafael, come here… I missed you,” I said, my smile just a little too bright to be innocent.
Then I ducked under Rhys’s arm before he could stop me and walked straight to Rafe.
His eyes widened the second I got close—like he hadn’t expected me to actually follow through. But I didn’t slow down. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed into his chest.
For a second, he froze.
Completely.
Like someone had unplugged him from reality.
And then—
A soft sound slipped out of him. Low. Barely there. But I heard it.
My lips par
