he knew he was hot, and he knew he was jacked. cmon, his biceps were the size of your head, his chest was the size of half your body. he’s simply big, he walks into a room and it immediately feels smaller

you never has to work out, simply just a pretty little thing. he does, every single morning. you woke up with him, changing into a cute little outfit and happily skipping into the country clubs VIP gym.

you giggle and pick up the 5 pounds weighs, which weirdly feel really heavy, acting like him lifting the weights.

“rafe!!” you squeaked, tapping his shoulder. you show him how you mock him, he chuckles, pausing his music.

“silly girl.” he mumbles, poking the skin that’s showing from your shirt