The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustle of sheets as you shifted closer to Rafe. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast warm hues over the bed, softening the sharp angles of his jaw and the messy strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes. His arms were wrapped securely around you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back that sent shivers through you.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as it brushed against your ear. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’m fine,” you murmured, though your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure he’d believe you. “You sure?” he asked, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile.

Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The kiss started soft, slow, but it deepened quickly as his hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his. His touch was warm, deliberate, and the heat building between you made your skin burn.

As his lips trailed along your jawline, and his weight shifted over you, your pulse quickened for another reason entirely.

“Rafe, wait,” you whispered, your voice breaking through the haze. He stopped immediately, his head lifting as he looked down at you. Concern flickered across his face, and his hand moved to cup your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone soft, steady. “Did I do something?” You shook your head quickly, your cheeks burning. “No, it’s not that,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “It’s just... I’ve never done this before. I’m—” You hesitated, but his expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes.

“You’re… a virgin?”