When you and Rafe crossed over the border into Mexico, you’d felt a sense of freedom. You knew that soon your parents would be waking up, starting their day. Your mom would be making pancakes like she did every Saturday morning. Your dad would head upstairs to your room to wake you like always. It would be different today. Instead of your blonde head sticking out from under your covers, he’d find your goodbye note, and all hell would break out.

You and Rafe had timed everything perfectly. You’d left in the middle of the night, sneaking out of your house and climbing into Rafe’s truck. You’d known the two of you would be across the border before your parents noticed your absence. You knew by the time your impromptu vacation was over that your parents would again try to separate you from Rafe, as if that was even possible.

Your parents, especially your dad, did not approve of your relationship. And there was nothing you could do to change that. They’d formed their opinion of Rafe before they’d even met him. Choosing to listen to and believe the gossip and rumours. You’d tried to be the good daughter. Tried to appease them, but it was impossible and your relationship was too important to you. You weren’t ever going to give up Rafe. They would call you reckless, would say that he corrupted you, and you didn’t care. They were seriously underestimating your determination when it came to getting what you wanted.

This vacation was a chance for the two of you to really get to enjoy each other and just be. No one knew you here. There would be no prying eyes reporting back to your parents. It would be just you and Rafe, exploring Mexico and each other. Creating memories that you would cling to on those nights that you were forced to be apart.

Your feet hung out of the passenger window, the warm breeze dancing across your toes. You glanced over at Rafe, admiring the way the sunlight cast his handsome face in a warm glow. He looked relaxed, happy even and it made your heart beat a little bit faster. You knew dealing with your parents constant disapproval got to him, even if he would never admit it.

“This is perfect” you murmur, smiling at him as he picked up your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“Just you and me, princess” his eyes dance with amusement as he shifts gears and speeds up, eager to get you to the hotel and officially start this trip off right.