Rafe had few regrets—actually, he had many, but most of them stemmed back to his dating habits. He dealt with loveless hookups and sex when he knew he just wanted to be cared for. His best friend gave him that.

Technically, other girls were still in the picture. And technically, nothing was labeled. But Rafe always came home to you. “Hey,” He hums as he saunters into your room with a gentle, tired smile. You were his secret, his everything. “It’s late. You should be asleep.”