It was night, the sea wind hitting your face, and you almost turned your back when you heard his motorcycle in the distance.

Rafe came down without haste, the hood down, the look like that - tired, but looking for you.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I almost didn’t come,” he replied. “But then I remembered that you make me forget everything for a few minutes.”

You didn’t answer. He just let him get closer, his face glued to his, his smell mixed with salt and gasoline.

“You’re the only place where I can breathe,” he said softly.

And at that moment, the world stopped spinning just a little.