You rolled over in your bed, your hand landing on Rafe’s bare chest. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, his eyes roaming your face like he’s trying to commit every tiny detail to memory. You wrinkle your nose at him, stretching closer to his warm body. You loved these kinds of moments. The quiet ones where it was just the two of you. When you could pretend.

“I fell asleep” you mumble sleepily. You know you should move, get up and dressed. Sarah would be stopping over soon for your shopping date, and Rafe needed to be long gone before that. But it was so hard to move when being in his arms felt so right. He brushed back a strand of your hair, the touch gentle as he leans down and presses his lips against yours.

You return the kiss eagerly, parting your lips with a soft moan. He presses you down into the mattress, deepening the kiss. You’re losing yourself in the feel of his lips, when you hear the knock on your door, and you reluctantly pull away, brought back to reality.

“I know you’re in there girly, get your cute butt to the door so we can shop!” Sarah calls through the door, and you gaze wide eyed at Rafe. You tug your dress back on and gesture for Rafe to stay in the bed, tossing the pillow over his head.

“Hey! Hi!” You open the door a crack and smile at Sarah, smoothing down your hair. “Would you hate me if I took a rain check? I think I’m coming down with something.” You lean against the doorframe, trying to block most of the room from Sarah’s eyesight.

Sarah’s eyes narrow as she takes in your rumpled appearance, she glances in the room, her eyes landing on Rafe’s jeans. You momentarily panic, but then realize she won’t think they’re Rafe’s. She’ll think they belong to your boyfriend, Sam.

“Yeah, right. You’re ditching me for your man. You’re lucky I love you. But you owe me. Bye Sam!” She calls through the door before waving bye to you and walking off.

Rafe sits up from the bed as soon as you click the door closed. He glares at you, obviously not thrilled with being called Sam. Rafe knew about Sam, like you knew about his girlfriend. But the reminder was never fun to hear.

“I know, I know” you say walking back over to the bed. “But what else was i supposed to say?”

“I’m much better looking than him” he grumbles.