Even with my back to Rafe, I can sense him approaching. I turn to face him, wincing as I do. Even with the donut pillow, I keep forgetting my injuries—at least, until I move. “Angel,” he says by way of greeting. “Devil.” I need to pretend like everything is normal. Like he didn’t kiss me last night and then basically take it back. Like I don’t know things about his past I shouldn’t know.
