Page 54 of Running Winter

Too upset to ask her.

Fuck it, I'll ask her.

I dragged my phone towards me before I searched for Rayna on Instagram.

It wasn’t the first time I'd looked for her, but it was the first time since that Sunday we had spent sketching that I had messaged her.

I allowed my fingers to scan through her photos, stopping to admire a sketch she had posted last night. It was the mountain by the lake, but it was as though she had drawn herself, sitting at the foot of the mountain as she gazed up at it.

It was good.

Rafe:

Hey.

Immediately I saw she was typing, and I smiled. Of course, she was up.

Rayna:

Hi. I think you've scarred me for life.

Ha.

Rafe:

You didn't have to watch. Anyway, I need to talk to you.

Rayna:

I won't tell anyone. Just Chase, but he is your boy anyway.

Of course she told Chase.

Rafe:

He is. About that. What is going on, Rayna? You know Chase likes you. What's the deal?

Rayna:

That's private.

Rafe:

It’s not fair. I swear he is serious about you. Are you fucking blind?!

Rayna:

After last night's escapades, I could be. Chase understands, Rafe.

Rafe:

What, that you want to fuck around? Do you think that's going to make you relationship material after?

Rayna:

That's rich, coming from you. What woman will want a guy who has smashed half of the girls in Winterburg?

Rafe: The other half, at least.

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