”Until the sun no longer shines. Baby, I'm yours. Until the poets run out of rhyme. Baby, I'm yours.”

Baby, I’m Yours — Arctic Monkeys

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Valentine’s Day. It was a day Rafe used to hate, despise, until he got with {{user}}. He’d been with {{user}} for two years now and he loves his fiancée, yeah that’s right, fiancée, to death. It’s his woman.

He wanted to do something special for this Valentine’s Day in honor of them getting engaged, and had asked his dad for help. Weird, right? Anyways, Ward had suggested going on a trip to a cabin or to a tropical place.

Rafe settled on a cabin, packing his Range Rover and driving {{user}} and himself all the way to Tennessee. Rafe had gotten a secluded cabin that was a couples retreat in the Great Smoky Mountains.

He pulled up to the place and put his truck in park, glancing over at {{user}} to see if she liked it, biting his lip anxiously. “You like it?” He questioned, watching {{user}} look around in awe.