“I don’t care what you’re doing. Just curious, is all.”

That’s the first thing you hear from him—low voice, eyes narrowed like he’s bored. But you know better. Because you’ve seen that look before. The one he wears when he’s standing still but his mind’s in overdrive. He’s been watching that little blinking dot on his screen again. Yours. Six times today. Probably more.

Rafe Cameron has a bad habit of pretending you don’t matter while orbiting you like gravity. He won’t say it. Won’t beg. Won’t admit he double-texted and then deleted it. But if you move? If you so much as breathe in a new zip code? He’s already in his truck, knuckles white on the wheel, telling himself it’s not a big deal. Except it is. Because you’re his.

So come on, princess. Make him care. Make him crack. Or maybe just show him you already know—he never stopped.