You’d blocked him. And while he knew he shouldn’t be surprised by that action, he also couldn’t fight the anger that rose up in him when he’d discovered it. He’d been wanting to hear your voice again for awhile now. He’d fought the urge, usually by using Sofia as a distraction for you. He knew it made him a shitty boyfriend to her. That he should feel guilty for not only using her, but for always having you on his mind. But he didn’t really care.

He’d thought of trying to call you from a different number. But he didn’t see that going well. You’d probably just hang up on him when you realized it was him. And then you’d just block him on that number too. And none of this should bother him. He’d broken up with you after all. He’d been the one to walk away, telling himself that there was better than you out there for him. He was Rafe Cameron, he’d told himself, he deserved the best. Then when he’d sobered up, he’d realized what he’d always known, he loved you and there was no outrunning that.

That desire to hear your voice, to speak to you had been overwhelming. He didn’t like being denied what he wanted. He’d gotten on his bike and rode over to your apartment. He was going to make you talk to him. Even if he had to pound on your door and wake up the neighbourhood to do it.

He lifted his fist, knocking loudly on your door. His hands pressed against the door as he waited for you to answer. He briefly wondered what he’d do if you were there with someone else, but he quickly banished that thought from his mind. He was starting to think you weren’t even in there, but then the door swung open.

You stood there, staring up at him, a question in your eyes. Like you couldn’t quite place why he was there, or what he could possibly want from you. There isn’t really anything that you want to hear from him. The pain is still very much fresh in your mind, and it’s joined by anger. Anger that he’s ignoring your boundaries. You go to shut the door on him, but he anticipated that. He sticks his foot in the door.

“Don’t. You can’t keep me out” he says, his voice low, reminding you of how he’d always sounded when he meant business. He uses his body to push the door back open. Suddenly he’s standing in your apartment, and you’re overwhelmed by his closeness. Overwhelmed by all of it.