Chapter eighty two 

I stirred awake, my lashes fluttering open. A smile played on my lips as I saw Rafe sleeping peacefully beside me, his chiseled features relaxed in slumber. His dark lashes fanned against his tanned skin, full lips parted slightly. Raven hair tumbled across his brow. He looked almost boyish in sleep, younger and untroubled. 

My heart swelled with love for him, this strong, passionate man who had captured my heart so completely. Last night came back to me in ...