You didn’t know why you actually came here. Maybe to prove to yourself that you have no weaknesses. That what happened between you and Rafe didn’t matter.

Yet, from the moment you stepped through the door, you felt his gaze on you.

He stood on the other side of the room, casually leaning against the wall, drink in hand, with that damn smile that always drove you crazy. He was talking to some girl, but wasn’t paying any attention to her. No, his whole focus was on you.

It was a game. And you both knew its rules.

You ignored him, though every part of you could feel his presence. You always felt it – at the club, on the beach, in the crowd. Like there was an invisible thread between you that neither of you could sever.

You raised your drink to your lips, but before you could take a sip, someone whispered in your ear.

“Are you having fun?”

His voice.

Your heart sped up, but you couldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“Even better now that I see you,” you smiled sarcastically, turning to face him.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, then slowly reached for your glass, taking it from your hand. He took a sip, not taking his eyes off you.

“I shouldn’t trust you,” his voice was low, almost mocking.

You laughed softly, tilting your head.

“Good thing we both have trust issues, right?”

For a moment, he stared at you in silence, until finally, he did what you expected – he pulled you closer, his hand resting on your waist, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“I’m your worst addiction.”