It had been two years since you’d last seen Rafe Cameron, and still nothing could have have prepared you for how it would feel when he walked into your party tonight.

He’d stayed in the back of your mind those two years, popping up occasionally in your thoughts, unbidden. As much as you wanted to forget the way he had sounded when he’d tell you he loved you, the way his lips felt when he kissed you, the amazing sex; your mind wouldn’t let you forget.

Even with a new boyfriend by your side, the sight of Rafe wrecked you. As his blue eyes met your green ones, you played all the memories back- the good, the bad- every one crashed into you. And you found yourself praying. Dear god take his kiss right out of my brain, take the pleasure out of my pain

He smiled at you, that slow lazy smile that always could reduce to you putty in his hands. You stiffened next to your boyfriend Liam, why did Rafe still have this effect on you? You’d give everything you had to erase his name from your memory.

“Aoife,” your name falls from his perfect, kissable mouth. “It’s good to see you again, Princess” he smirked as he called you by his familiar nickname; like he knew exactly what it would do to you.

You weren’t this person. You’d never been this affected by an ex before. But no other ex had ever elicited the feelings from you that Rafe had. Hell, Liam didn’t come close to causing those kinds of intense emotions.

“Good to see you too, Rafe” Your voice is oddly formal, it sounds weird even to you. Liam’s grip on your waist tightens. “I didn’t know that you were back”

Rafe’s gaze falls to Liam’s arm around your waist. For a second you see a flash of vulnerability in those blue eyes of his, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual cocky grin.

“Clearly” he replies, as if he knows that had you known, Liam wouldn’t be standing beside you.

You curse your no good thoughts. Sharing the same air with Rafe again, you know with absolute certainty that there’s no erasing him.

take away the way I still might want to