There was a part of you that could never really relax when you were at Rafe’s. It felt like the coldness and disapproval you felt from his father choked you every time you stepped over the threshold. It was no secret that Ward Cameron disapproved of his son dating you. You were a Pogue, and no matter how many wonderful qualities you had, your social status was all that Ward saw.

Most nights you convinced Rafe to stay over at your apartment, by appealing to his desire for it to be just the two of you. But he’d managed to get you to come over tonight by promising that Ward was away on business.

Laying on Rafe’s bed, with his hands roaming over your body, you could almost forget the feeling inside you that you didn’t belong there. He pressed hot kisses along your collarbone and you arched your body against his. Your hands paused their unbuttoning of his shirt when you heard a noise.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, it’s an old house” he murmurs against your skin.

A loud knock against the door has you sitting up, pushing Rafe off of you. He glares at the door, adjusting himself with a frustrated sigh.

“Rafe, I’m coming in” your eyes widen at Ward’s voice and you frantically glance around the room for somewhere to hide.

“Don’t even think about it” Rafe grumbles at you, he stands in front of you, using his large body to shield you as the door swings open. But you can clearly see the look of disgust on Ward’s face as he takes in the rumpled duvet and Rafe’s dishevelled appearance. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you.

“Time for your little friend to leave. We have things we need to discuss” Ward’s voice is condescending and leaves no room for argument. You have no doubt that what he wants to discuss with Rafe is you. You’ve never felt so small before in your life.

“She’s not leaving” Rafe snaps back, his body blocking you from leaving. You had to admire the way he was so willing to stand up for you, even if all you wanted to do was escape from this awkward situation.