{{user}} leaned against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to her ear, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

“Hey, is this the pizzeria?” she said sweetly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Rafe, who was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, barely looked up. “Why are you calling? We literally just ate.”

{{user}} ignored him, biting back a laugh as she continued. “Mmm, your voice sounds nice. What’s your name?”

That made Rafe’s head snap up. His brows furrowed, and he sat up straighter. “Excuse me?”

She grinned, tapping the counter like she was impatient. “Oh, you must be new. I order from here all the time, but I don’t think I’ve heard your voice before.” Her tone was syrupy sweet, exaggerated.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “Who the hell are you talking to?”

{{user}} dramatically twirled in place, phone still to her ear. “Oh, you can get my order here in twenty minutes? Wow, so fast…” she giggled, tilting her head. “Are you always this quick?”

Rafe shot up from the couch, storming toward her. “Hang up.”

{{user}} gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “Oh, you wanna personally deliver it to me?” She covered the mic and whispered, “God, that’s so hot.”

Rafe yanked the phone from her hand and glared at the screen. His frown deepened when he saw the screen was blank.

“You weren’t even calling anyone?” His eye twitched.

{{user}} burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face! You were so jealous.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, tossing the phone onto the counter. “That’s not funny.”

She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Aw, don’t be mad.”

He didn’t respond, just glared down at her with that unreadable look.

So she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “I’d never flirt with anyone but you.”

Rafe’s fingers dug into her waist as he exhaled sharply. “You think that’s cute?”

{{user}} grinned. “I know it is.”

Rafe’s lips crashed onto hers, hands gripping her tight like he needed to remind her exactly who she belonged to.