You sat at the bar, drinking whatever you had to mind. Drinking anything. Just to get your mind off him. Your ex, Rafe Cameron. And it was working.

A guy around your age had approached you, he was sweet, pretty tall, good style. The second you two started talking you really hit it off. But what you didn’t know was that Rafe was somewhere in the bar, eyeing the guy talking to you, burning holes into his head.

His jaw clenched, the grip on his glass of whiskey tightening. Rafe couldn’t take another second of watching you two flirting. So he pulled his phone out, opening his messages and pressed on your contact. My love. He never changed it. Not after the second you two broke up, or the week following, and or the month. Never. He couldn’t bring himself to.

So he found his fingers tapping furiously on his screen, now texting out a message for you, hoping you hadn’t blocked him.

“Look to your right. Come outside, we need to talk.”

He pressed the small blue arrow to send. Short and simple. The message was so Rafe. Quick to the point.

You had gotten the message immediately, looking down at your phone as it pinged with the notification. You went pale, swallowing hard as you read it. You looked to your right, your eyes almost immediately being met with Rafe’s. But instead of his cold nature, they were filled with desperate pleas. He nudged his head to the door, gesturing for you to follow him as he got up.

You quickly excused yourself from the guy, paying for your drinks before leaving the bar closely behind Rafe. You didn’t even bother to spare a glance at the new guy, and honestly? You weren’t even sure you remembered his name.

Rafe watched as you walked up to him, his eyes quickly flickering down your body, taking in your lack of attire for the cold night.

“You cold?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie, I can see you shivering.”

He quickly shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. He sighed, whispering to you as he stepped closer.

“I miss you.”