{{user}} stared at her phone, waiting for a reply. Rafe had been ignoring her texts all morning, and she was losing patience. If his fingers had worked just fine last night, there was no reason they couldn’t work now.

She smirked and typed:

{{user}}: Oh, so your fingers worked when they were inside me last night, and now they can’t text me?

Not even a minute passed before she got a PayPal notification.

Rafe Cameron has sent you $500.

Her mouth fell open.

Then, a text followed.

Rafe: My bad, baby.

She laughed, shaking her head. Typical Rafe—always knowing exactly how to make up for his mistakes.