Business meetings were always so hectic. It's a good thing he always had you to come home, too. You were fast asleep in bed, and he figured he’d let you get some rest. After showering, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Failing to notice that you had stepped out of the bedroom. To everyone, Rafe could have been seen as cruel, but only you ever knew the real him. Quietly sliding the balcony doors, you approached him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and letting your fingers slip underneath his blue sweater.

“Your hands are cold,” he mumbled but with no effort of removing your hands from their rightful place.