It took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up. Only to find out you and Rafe weren’t gonna make it to the club.

You were getting ready for a birthday party a mutual friend was having at a club downtown. Standing in front of the large, long mirror, you slid your earrings in.

You were dressed in a black spaghetti strap mini dress made of satin. The dress has a cowl neckline and a fitted bodice. The skirt being slightly gathered at the waist and flares out slightly. It was one of Rafe’s favorite looks on you. But he always thought you were breathtaking. No matter the choice of style you had.

Rafe emerged from the bathroom with a black dress shirt and black pants, something to match you. He also liked to match with you a lot. Especially if you were going out somewhere together.

Coming up from behind, he towered over you, his large, boyish hands resting on your waist. You gave him a small smile through the mirror. “Well, you look handsome.”

He hummed in response, gently pulling you closer so that your back was pressed to his chest. You straightened up, looking over yourself in the mirror. “Do I look okay?”

Rafe took a moment to just admire you, his sharp, blue eyes taking in every inch, every curve of your being. His gaze filled and mixed with love, admiration, need.

He smiled a little, biting his lip. “You look perfect, baby,” he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your neck. “A little too perfect, actually…”

Rafe’s hands slid down to the hem of your dress, his fingers brushing against your thighs as he slowly brought it up. Each touch sent a shiver down your spine, your heart skipping a beat in anticipation.

“What’re you doing?” you questioned through a smile. He didn’t answer for a moment, his kisses lowering down to your shoulder.

“I’m uh… just trying to keep you warm. It’s kind of cold in here.”

No, it wasn’t.

“Rafe, if you wanted to take my dress off, you can just ask.”

“Okay. Can I take your dress off?”

“But what about—“

“I don’t care. Let’s cancel.”

And you did.