Rafael's POV

Peace was a stranger. A foreign language. A forgotten song.

It's like a nightmare, a dream I really didn't see happening soon. Could this be real? For the first time in seven goddamn years... I slept. No thrashing. No sweat-drenched sheets. No midnight howls clawing their way out of my throat. Just warmth.

Her warmth.

The scent of her still clung to my skin, coconut and a soft flowery scent. Fuck, it wraps around my soul in the dark like a lullaby I never asked for.

And now I was awake, and fuck... I hated it. I wanted this fucking new feelings. I hated every inch of this...