I watch them from the sidelines, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal. Sofia. Of course, it had to be Sofia. Perfect little sunshine, all bright smiles and effortless charm. She’s the kind of girl that people write love songs about.

I used to be that girl. His girl. The one he whispered promises to, the one he traced lazy circles on with his fingertips. Now? I’m just another shadow in his world, a forgotten melody in his playlist of conquests.

But was he really falling for her? God, no. Rafe Cameron wasn’t the type to fall—he made others fall for him. And he loved it. The way their eyes lingered on him, the way they hung onto every word, the way they gave him everything. He was a player. A beautiful, dangerous liar.

I should walk away. I should let him go. But I can’t.

Because despite everything—despite the way he holds her waist like it’s second nature, despite the way she tilts her head up to him like she’s memorizing his every move—I know something she doesn’t.

I have him in my hands.

I know his games, his weaknesses, the cracks beneath his perfect surface. I know the way his voice wavers when he’s lying. I know he still looks at me when he thinks no one’s watching.

But none of that matters, does it? Because right now, he’s with her. Right now, I’m the one standing in the dark, whispering the truth only to myself.

“I wish I was his girl.”