The headlights of Rafe’s truck lit up the empty road as you both sped through the night, wind whipping through the open windows. Your laughter mixed with his, wild and unhinged, like the two of you existed in a world where nothing else mattered.

“You’re insane!” you shouted over the music, gripping the dashboard as he took a sharp turn way too fast.

Rafe just smirked, eyes gleaming with that reckless, dangerous charm. “And you love it.”

You did. You loved the rush, the way your heart pounded whenever you were with him, like you were standing at the edge of a cliff with no fear of falling. Because you knew—if you jumped, Rafe would be right there with you.

He suddenly pulled over, tires kicking up dust, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face and kissed you like he was starving for it. Like you were the only thing keeping him breathing.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless, hearts racing. “We’re bad for each other,” he murmured, but there was no regret in his voice.

You grinned, running your fingers through his messy blond hair. “Yeah, but no one else gets us.”

Rafe chuckled, his grip on you tightening. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.