It has been a couple of days since you and Rafe had, well...hooked up. And for some reason, you couldn't get him out of your head, the way things had gone that night, you couldn't help but want to relive it, the feeling of his body, his touch...

You weren't usually the type of person to let these things cling to you, but something about him, it was almost as if he was magnetic. You were left replaying these words over and over:

Something must've gone wrong in my brain, got your chemicals all in my veins. You thought as you walked outside your door, and believe it or not, there he was, waiting.

"What the hell?" You mutter under your breath as he walks up to you, his tall figure leaving his motorbike in the distance, the same one you rode behind him on a couple of nights ago.

"Hey," He said. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after...the other night." He admitted.

At first, you were shocked. you didn't say anything, just stood there, your mind contemplating what to say.

It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless. Your heart fought to say to him, but you bit your tongue and swallowed hard in response.

"Hello? Say something." He said, taking a step closer. "I need you to say something." He says in a lower voice, almost as if he was begging, longing for you.

It'll never ever be the same.