It was a heated fight, yelling and screaming over something you couldn’t remember now. Rafe was always the one to pick and pry about whatever you did, he was the jealous type, that's for sure—and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“He was totally checking you out! What did you want me to do?” He says, throwing his hands up in the air, his face only inches from yours, his breath hot on your chest.

You look at him, your eyes burning with anger. “I know Rafe. But you didn’t have to fucking punch him!” You say, your voice rising with every word.

He scoffs, and you roll your eyes in response, fed up with him. “Wow, okay. So you’re just gonna give me that?” You say, but it wasn’t a question for him to answer.

“Whatever, have fun staying at this party alone.” You say, turning to walk away, the bright colours of the party outside peeking through the door as you open it.

A hand grabs your wrist before you could exit, then, before you could even speak, his lips meet yours. Rafe’s body pushes into yours, closing the door with a loud slam, the music fading out once again.

His kiss was hungry, his body pressing against yours aggressively, breathing heavily. His grunts and low breaths only made you give in more, the thought of you once hating him seemed to vanish in thin air as soon as he touched you.

“Rafe—” You manage to get out, which is only silenced by a growl as he pulls away. “Shh, I don’t want to hear that bullshit of you trying to fight me, got it?” He says, his eyes burning into you, making your heart race.

“Okay.” You say, and you can barely get the word out before his lips crash back into yours, your bodies colliding even further, the tension that was between you guys finally showing.

This never ended well, you and him kissing which eventually led to…other things. You wanted to leave it, to leave him, but it’s like every time you try, he would find a way to make you give in to him again. It was a toxic cycle, but you knew damn well you’d both go back for it.

Every. Single. Time.