You bounced up from your bed, moving towards your desk where you’d left your phone. Halfway there you pause, running a hand through your hair. Was it really a good idea to text him? And what exactly would you say? Would he even read it? You snatch up your phone, holding it in your hand as you try to think of what the right thing to do is.

Sighing, you set the phone back down on the desk, picking up your book instead and walking back to your bed. You plop down, with a frustrated groan and open up your book. Maybe it would be enough to distract you from the racing thoughts about Rafe that you couldn’t seem to quiet.

Ever since you’d heard from Sarah that he’d been in an accident, he’d consumed your every thought. You’d wanted to go to him, to sit by his hospital bed, to see that he was okay. But you couldn’t. It wasn’t your place anymore. You were the ex-girlfriend. Sofia was his girlfriend now. She got to be the one by his side. You just had to hear how he was doing from Sarah. And it was damn near impossible not to text Sarah constantly for updates. You hated knowing that he was injured, that he was in pain, and that there was nothing that you could do for him.

Even more complicated, was that the night before his accident, you’d run into him. And the two of you had fallen into old habits, sharing a steamy kiss before you’d remembered he wasn’t yours and you’d run off. You’d never had the chance to discuss it,to find out what it meant. And that what if was eating you alive.

You pressed a finger to your lips, as if you could still feel him on your lips. Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to your book. You skim over the page, starting to get sucked into the fictional world, when you hear a soft knock on your bedroom door. Looking up, you see him.

“Front door was unlocked” Rafe says gruffly, leaning against the doorframe. There’s dark circles under his eyes, and your eyes move to the sling on his shoulder.

“Rafe. Are you even supposed to be out of bed?” You ask, your brow furrowing with worry. As he starts to move towards you, you clamber up from your bed, meeting him halfway.

“Don’t care. I needed to see you.” He searches your face, smiling as he presses his forehead against yours. Your heartbeat starts to speed up the way it always does around him. God, it was good to see him, to breathe him in, to feel him.