Rafe is watching you, his eyes never leave you. You're wearing that outfit. The one that makes Rafe weak at his knees and makes him want to grab you and pull you into an empty room and have his way with you. And he used to do that. He was allowed to do that not even two months ago. But he fucked that up. Big time.

What he did with Sarah fucked that up. He wasn't thinking, he was reacting He didn't mean to, he just reacted. After he did that you showed up and yelled at him. He begged and pleaded, his hands were shaking and he was pleading. But you weren't having it. You had to be safe, that's why you left.

Now you are at a party, in that fucking outfit, dancing like no one is watching. Rafe has been craving you, he has missed you. Yes, he has tried to drunk, snort, and fuck you away but he can't. He feels like he is missing a limb without you.

He could not help but walk over to you, couldn't help to grab your arm pull you with him to the closet, and shove you against the door, the whole time you were confused and saying, "Rafe, what are you doin', come on Rafe-"

Rafe cuts you off by kissing you. It is messy and needy and you should stop him but you can't. You've missed him too, missed him so fucking much. He pulls away and pants, "Fuck, I need you. Please I fucking need you."

"Rafe we can't, this is wrong," it's weak coming out of your mouth, and you gasp as Rafe drops to his knees and starts kissing your thighs. He is panting, like he is close to losing it. You gasp and grab Rafe's hair pulling him closer.

"Please, you know you want it too," Rafe pants before looking up at you through hooded eyes. You bite your lip, you know you should say no, because Rafe would stop, you know it. But the way he is looking at you, the way his hands rest on either side of your thighs, the way he is panting, wanting, needing you. You can't say no.

You pull him up and kiss him again. His hands go to the under part of your thighs and hold you up holding you against the wall and kissing you senseless.