“Pretty in pink?” Rafe murmured, his thumb tracing your jaw, his eyes fixated on your mouth. God, he wanted to kiss you.

“No. Guess again” you reply, trying to keep your voice from betraying the desire you’re feeling from his brief touch. He was pressed so close to you on the couch that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It was taking all your self control to not just grab his hand and yank him out of the party.

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

Your friends laughed and took shots around you, completely oblivious to the dirty, little guessing game you and Rafe were playing right now. It was something you two did to build up the anticipation for when you’d be alone later.

Rafe was trying to guess the colour of your underwear. You knew it was driving him insane, that he was imagining how he wanted to put them in his mouth and pull them all down south. That it was all he was thinking about.

He was completely oblivious to anything but you. He could feel his friends eyes on the two of you, and in the back of his mind he thought maybe this little game of yours was a bad idea. But his brain felt like it had short-circuited. All he wanted was to taste you.

you wanna know what I got going on down there

“Lacy and see through?” His voice is low and seductive as he whispers his guess into your ear. He kept one hand on your hip, the other sliding up your back and tangling up in your hair, pulling you closer to him.

“No” you reply, shifting in your seat as you picture him sliding them to the side.

“Okay, Princess. Last guess. The lacy black pair, with the little bows. The pair I got you when I was in Tokyo” His mouth spreads into a cocky grin, confident that he’s guessed right and knows exactly what you’ve got going on down there.