You were not in the mood for company tonight. Just this morning you’d been excited to go on vacation with your friends Sarah, JJ, Kiara, Pope and John B. That had been until you’d climbed into the car and learned Sarah had invited Rafe- her brother and your ex-boyfriend.

You and Rafe had burned like a fire together. You loved each other passionately and fiercely. You were his queen, he was your stud. He worshipped you. You fought and would inevitably make up all night long. Until you couldn’t do it anymore. He was jealous and possessive and no matter how hard you’d tried, it felt like he’d never let you fully in.

Now you sat in the cabin’s hot tub brooding to yourself. You were surprised Rafe had even come, you’d heard he’d been talking to Sofia. But he’d come, and the car ride there you’d both snuck glances at each other. You glanced towards the sliding door as you heard it open. Rafe. You sighed.

“Hey baby” he said with a smirk. That damn smirk that always sent a thrill running through you.

“Not your baby” you shot back, your eyebrows raising as he climbed in the hot tub.

Well damn, this was happening

“Oh come on Queen, don’t be like that. I know you were happy to see me” he teased. His eyes roaming over your body in the hot tub. “You’re wearing that bathing suit I love”

God, he was infuriating

“Not because of you, I didn’t know you were coming” you glared at him. It was too hard to be mad at him. Too hard to not fall back into his arms, and you knew he knew it.

This was going to be a long night