He rejected me. The simple and yet devastating slap to her ego left her lying on the ground longer than the slam-down merited.
A part of her couldn't believe Rafe would treat her so callously. If she didn't know better, she'd swear it wasn't Rafe. Yet there was no denying it was him. Minus the hair, of course. Someone had shaved him bald.
Despite the shocking butchery of his hair, she knew that face like she knew that body. She should know it, given she'd licked every inch of it as well as spent numerous hours munching those lips. She only too clearly recalled how his brow crinkled when mad or confused. How his lips quirked when he smiled. What she didn't understand was the expression in his eyes when he looked at her now. More like looked past her.