You knew it was wrong. A giant mistake. You were better off alone. That’s the way it had always been. Just you. When you got lonely you’d scroll the list of nameless, faceless guys in your phone. A brief connection and then you moved on. That was your rule.

But something about Rafe was different. You’d felt it earlier tonight, when you’d had your hands tangled in his hair, your lips pressed against his, pressed up against him in the backseat of his car. You’d briefly thought what if- what if this wasn’t just a one time thing? What if you let yourself feel something? He had tasted like possibility.

Pushing those thoughts out of your head, you buttoned your jean shorts back up, your body still glistened with sweat from your encounter. His eyes were on you, looking at you in a way that screamed danger. That hinted that he wouldn’t be so easy to get rid of as your other hookups.

“I’ll call you”

“Don’t bother. This was a one time thing” you mutter, running your hand through your messy hair.

There it was again, that defiant stubborn look in your eye that he’d seen before. He could feel his temper rising. He’d had you, your soft body under his, your soft moans as he’d kissed you. It was infuriating that you could act like nothing had happened between you two.

“Do you think I believe that for a second?” He growls out, his hand on your jaw as he closes the small distance between the two of you in the backseat, pressing you back into the seat.

“You should. Look, I’m a mess. It’s better this way.” You reply, avoiding his gaze. The tension between you two crackled in the small space of his backseat. You cursed him in your head, annoyed that you couldn’t just run like you’d planned.

“Oh, I know you’re a mess” he mocks, rolling his eyes at your words. He knew you were a mess. A beautiful complicated mess. But still a mess. That was part of the appeal of you. You were wild and unpredictable, just begging to be tamed. And he wanted to be the one to tame you.