It shouldn’t have surprised Rafe to see you sat on Topper’s lap, you were his girlfriend after all, but it pissed him off nonetheless.

“Hi, Rafey.” You greet him warmly, your pretty eyes flicking up to his cold blue ones.

“Hi, sweetness.” Rafe murmurs, lacking it’s usually warmth, flipping down on his bed. He hated being around you and Topper, when you were being so affectionate, knowing it should’ve been him and not Topper.

He converses with Topper for a while, you mindlessly tapping on your phone, your tongue stuck out the corner of your mouth, before your boyfriend pats your thighs, “Up, babe. Gotta go do something for a bit, alright?”

Once your boyfriend leaves, you turn your head to Rafe, “You okay, Rafey?”.

“Y’know what would make me feel better, sweet girl?” He says as he watches you walk up to the edge of the bed.

“Hm?” You hum.

“A kiss.”

You willingly press a kiss to his cheek, but Rafe shakes his head, “Not there, sweetheart. A proper kiss.”

“hm…I’m not sure, Rafey.” You mumble, playing with the hem of your skirt.

“C’mon, Topper would want you to make me feel better, wouldn’t he?” He drawls, “S’jus’ me, yeah? Y’know only you can make me feel better, sweetness.” He convinces, fighting the urge to just force his lips on yours.