You were going to be late. Again. You sprinted through the street, your white sundress flowing behind you, as you tried to make it to work before your boss noticed. You cursed yourself for stopping for an iced coffee. Your phone was vibrating in your hand, no doubt it was most likely your boss calling to tear you a new one.

To say you were distracted in that moment was an understatement, so of course you weren’t looking where you were going. You ran smack into a wall of hard muscle, strong arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, as your iced coffee flew out of your hands.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry! I was late and my phone was going off, and I wasn’t looking where I was going…” You trail off, looking up into the most gorgeous blue eyes you’d ever seen. Your mouth widened into a perfect O as you realized you’d spilled your iced coffee all over the handsome stranger’s white shirt.

who’s the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes, and the big, bad mmm

“And I’ve ruined your shirt. I am the worst” you leaned forward, your hand pressing into his chest trying to blot out the stain, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “And now I’m touching you, and I don’t even know your name…and I’m going to stop now.”

“I’m Rafe” He chuckles at your nervousness, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Rafe waves away your concern, “And it’s fine, princess. Really”

“Well, at least let me pay for your dry cleaning? I’m Aoife and I’m not usually this clumsy”

“I have a better idea” Rafe’s gaze flickered down to your lips, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “You give me your number, and I take you out” He takes your phone out of your hand, and enters his number, sending himself a text from your phone then handing it back to you with a smirk.

You smiled back at him, completely entranced. Who knew being late for work would end up being a good thing. This was like something out of one of your favourite romance novels; your very own meet cute.

maybe it’s all in my head, but I bet we’d have really good bed chem