You'd been pissy all day. Why? Who the hell knows.

And Rafe, just Rafe being Rafe and the way he is, was getting on your nerves.

And you loved him, of course. He was your boyfriend, you'd be a little worried if you didn't love him.

But he knew exactly which buttons to press to make you lose your marbles. And today was one of those days were you were just tryna keep your marbles in their pouch.

"Baby- just grab the fucking thing."

He told you, an irritating smirk on his face.

"Don't tell me what to do."

You huffed as you were crouched in the floor in front of the couch, clearly frustrated with him trying to to get you to grab the nasty ass bug.

"And if I tell you to bend that ass over, what're you gonna do?"

He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing against the fabric of his grey long-sleeved shirt.