Loud music and raised voices reverberated through the thin wall of the motel room. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned over in the bed, opening your eyes to find Rafe staring back at you. Whether it was the party raging next door or the tension that had been brewing between the two of you all day, he clearly wasn’t sleeping either.

You drew a shaky breath as you stared into those dark blue eyes of his. They reminded you of the ocean at night. You always felt like you could drown in them. A quick glance over at the other bed in the room confirmed that somehow Sarah and John B were sleeping through the noise.

“How come you’re only ever nice to me?” You whisper, shifting closer to him on the bed. It was a question you’d long wondered about. Why he only ever seemed capable of showing any kindness and vulnerability to you.

“Because when you’re nice to people, they expect nice. And that’s not me, Princess” he reaches out, pushing a strand if hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin.

he’s so bad but he does it so well

“I need air” you reply, pulling away from him and slipping out of the room. You step out towards the railing, leaning against it and collecting your breath.

Rafe steps out of the room behind you, coming to stop in front of you. He wants to reach out and touch you. Make you his. He’s unable to resist his desires, his fingers trail down your neck before taking hold of your chin. The feel of your skin is intoxicating. He can’t help but lean in, searching your eyes for permission.

“What are you doing, Rafe?”

“Kissing you. Or at least I should be”

nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now

Instead of waiting for a reply, he crashes his lips down on yours, his body pressing you against the railing. His other hand moved to your waist, fingers digging into your hip as he held you in place against him. Not a chaste first kiss, far from it. No, this kiss is full of passion and want. A plea for you to give in to him.

even if it’s just in your wildest dreams