The rain was light, barely more than a drizzle, but neither of you made a move to go inside. You and Rafe sat on the hood of his truck, legs stretched out, shoulders brushing. The world felt quiet, like it was just the two of you.

Rafe sighed, tilting his head to look at you. “You ever think about leaving this place?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. But then… there are reasons to stay.”

His lips twitched, like he knew exactly what you meant. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “Good,” he murmured. “’Cause I don’t really wanna do this without you.”

The rain kept falling, but in that moment, neither of you cared.