TEARS | Rafe Cameron

He tenderly stroked my cheek, his fingertips light against my skin as warm tears cascaded down my face.

"I hate you," I confessed, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my skin before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. His eyes locked onto mine as he pulled back, searching for a truth buried deep within me. "I know you don't mean that Shev," he said, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race despite the pain.