♬ Coincidence — Sabrina Carpenter

The second your head hit his chest, you knew something was wrong. You couldn’t explain it — you just knew. It was like she had a sixth sense or something. You didn’t even need her to show up; she was already here. Back in his life, in his head.

And maybe you should’ve listened to your gut when her name came up in conversation a week ago. Once, then twice.

Then, last night happened.

Same damn city on the same damn night. What a ‘coincidence’.

He swore he wasn’t gonna go. Said it’d be “weird” if he ran into her, like he wasn’t already holding space for her tongue in his mouth. But now you’re here, replaying every little sign you ignored as he walks through the door, like you can’t smell the guilt on him.

“Why do you look like that?” Rafe asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, I don’t know, Rafe,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe because you’re making me feel like an idiot?”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t say anything. Because what could he say? That he accidentally spent the whole night talking to her? That he accidentally answered her DMs when she started sending him pictures wearing less and less?

That he lost his common sense?

“I didn’t do anything.” he said, but his voice was defensive, not convincing.

“You didn’t do anything?” You repeated, your voice rising. “So it’s just a coincidence that your phone conveniently died, your car magically drove itself from OBX to her thighs, and now you’re acting weird?”

Rafe ran his tongue over his teeth, avoiding your eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

But it was. You could feel it.

You were done fighting. Done being mad. Because deep down, you knew it didn’t matter what he said, or what excuses he made. She’d won. She’d crawled back into his life, and he’d let her.

“What a coincidence.” you muttered bitterly under your breath, shrugging.