You were still catching your breath. Still curled into the pillow like it owed you an apology. The sheets were a mess, your legs weren’t working right, and your brain? Yeah, not currently functional.

Meanwhile

Rafe stood at the foot of the bed. Shirtless. Smirking. Tossing you his hoodie like he didn’t just ruin you in four different dimensions.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” He asked, biting into a slice of leftover pizza like this wasn’t a crime scene.

You blinked.

“You know what you did.”

He just grinned.

“Nah, babe. I was gentle.” Beat. Head tilt. “For me.”

He walked over, kissed your forehead like he was sweet, not dangerous, and mumbled right into your skin

“C’mon. Can’t tap out now.” Then he winked. “You’re not even shaking that bad.”