“Gah” you shield your face from the sunlight now pouring into your room. You sit up in your bed, trying to figure out why you’d been so rudely awakened, and then your eyes land on him.

Rafe’s standing by your window, his arms crossed his face full of irritation. You bit back a yelp, wondering how he’d ended up in your room.

He shakes his head, almost in disgust as he takes in your messy hair and tear streaked face. He strides over to your bed, in one fell swoop he yanks your comforter off of you.

“Get up, princess” he growls. His voice is low, the tone of it meaning business.

“No. Why are you even in my room?” You grumble at him.

“Because someone has to get you up. I’m done coddling you. You were broken up with. That sucks. Time to move on”

“Gee, your people skills really need work.” You snap at him, glowering as you try to curl back up into the comfortable ball you’d been in before he’d so rudely woken you up.

“Noted. Now are you going to get up or do I have to make you?” He looks down at you, waiting for an answer. When you don’t reply, he sighs and then he’s scooping you up into his arms.

“Put me down, Rafe!” You beat against his chest, but it doesn’t faze him. His grip on you tightens as he carries you through the door to your bathroom. You let out a small gasp seeing that he drew you a bubble bath while you were sleeping.

He sits you on the edge of the tub, gesturing for you to remove your nightgown and get in. He turns around as you lift the hem.

You sink into the hot water with a sigh. Hearing you Rafe turns back around and comes and kneels next to the tub. He reaches for your shampoo bottle and your eyes widen as you realize he’s going to bathe you.

“You don’t have to do this, Rafe” you whisper, as you wrap your arms around your knees, making yourself smaller.

He notes how you seem to retreat into yourself, and he leans forward, softly touching your cheek. The gentleness is a sharp change from his attitude just moments earlier, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.