RafexKiara Tangled Up in All Your Pieces // Riara

Chapter 22

My headache pounding, reminding me of the sorrow and loss I was attempting to bear.

His presence aggravated the discomfort.

Standing inches away from him, his electric blue eyes glistened in the light from the bathroom light, making him appear even more dangerous.

His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow, as if he's attempting to assess me.

Our stares were so intense that I couldn't turn away since doing so would be a declaration of my loss.

After what feels like hours has passed, he brushes by me.

His boulder of a body colliding with mine, scraping my skin like sandpaper.

I shudder slightly, disguising the agony, and take a little breath in.

His presence serves as a reminder, reminding me of my training, and I clench my right hand while the other clutches my towel.

I could turn around right now, wanting to put him in a headlock and beat the shit out of him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask coldly. "Jude lives here."

If he kicked him out, I wouldn't let him see tomorrow.

Within seconds, he turns around and stares me down, making me grip my towel tighter.

Water droplets hit my skin as his wet hair whipped around.

While steam was rising from his shower, my brain was ticking erratically.

Rafe scoffs,

"Jude doesn't live here, so pack up everything and get the fuck out of my sight," he says in a sharp tone.

He swings open the bathroom door, kicking it open with his foot, allowing chilly air to hit my skin.

The need bubbled within me, leading me to hit the wall next me, producing a loud noise.

My knuckles ache, yet adrenaline surges, making my feet feel heavy as I try to keep my cool.

"That doesn't sound like a yes to me," Rafe replies boldly. His footsteps booming through the home, his voice signaling that he was departing.

I close my eyes and bite my cheeks, inhaling and exhaling to calm myself.

I want to scream at him and punch him, making him pay for all he's done over the last several months.

I, on the other hand, do not budge.

I was no match for him.

At least, that's what I told myself.

I wasn't going to let probation get the best of me.

Rafe's POV:

Kiara's presence amplified the negative thoughts in my brain.

Someone like her could do that to me.

Making me rush back to those tones that eased my mind, being on my side, and giving me the upper hand.

The most I could do was strangle her ego.

However, it was insufficient for me.

She was as insignificant as a fucking fly.

Always flying about, never abandoning you.

I've come to terms with letting her pack; leaving her alone would pick up the pace and get the ball rolling.

I walk into my room and open the luggage on my bed.

I squirm at the traces my suitcase's wheels made on the clean duvet.