The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You slowly stir awake, your head resting on a familiar chest. The steady beat of Rafe Cameron’s heart beneath your ear is the first thing you feel, his scent wrapping around you like a comforting cocoon.

You blink, taking in the quiet stillness of the room—this isn’t the home you thought you’d woken up in. It’s the penthouse suite in a luxury hotel, the kind of place only someone like Rafe could afford. His arm is lazily draped over you, his face relaxed in sleep, as if he hasn’t a care in the world.

But the weight of reality hits you like a freight train.

You’re married. You have the perfect life, the perfect house, everything you could dream of. Yet, every weekend, somehow, you end up here—in his arms, tangled up in this strange, magnetic pull that you can’t explain.

The love you have for your husband is real. The life you’ve built is everything you ever imagined. But Rafe, with his wild charm, dangerous edge, and the way he pulls you in without even trying… He’s a constant temptation, a part of your world you can’t shake.

As you lie there, your thoughts race. Why does this always happen?

His eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and his lips curve into that familiar smirk. “Morning,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of sleep, but still holding that same dangerous confidence.

You’re torn between the love for the life you’ve built and the fire that ignites every time you’re with him. You swallow, trying to find your words. “We can’t keep doing this.”

He pulls you closer, brushing his lips against your forehead. “But we always do, don’t we?” His fingers trail up your back, sending shivers down your spine.

The tension between you is palpable, both of you knowing that the boundaries you’ve set for yourselves are more fragile than either of you are willing to admit.