Rafe Cameron lays stretched out on the his bed, scrolling through his phone, half-buzzed from a blunt he put out about fifteen minutes ago. He zones out until Y/N’s name pops up on his screen. A notification from Instagram.

Rafe clicks on it without thinking.

The second the video loads, his jaw clenches. She’s on a boat, beautiful as always, the sun hitting her skin in an almost ethereal light. But it isn’t her smile that catches his attention, nor her perfect body in that little white bikini he bought for her. But a hand on her waist. A man’s hand. Someone random guy is pressed close to her, claiming a space that Rafe swears is his.

The phone stills in his hand. His eyes narrow, and that muscle in his cheek ticks. He replays it once, twice, like he needs to make sure he saw it right. Each time, it makes his chest burn hotter.

He leans back into the pillows, the phone balanced on his stomach, but his grip is white-knuckled. His mind spins ugly. Who the fuck guy is, whether Y/N let him touch her like that, whether she’s doing it just to get under his skin. And she knows exactly how to.

Before he can stop himself, his thumb is hovering over her name in his IMessage app. He doesn’t text right away. He stares at the screen, fighting the urge, jaw tight. But then he types:

rafe 🙄: take it down.

The second bubble pops up like she’s typing, then disappears. He locks the phone, throws it down beside him, scrubs his hands over his face. He hates how worked up he is, hates that Y/N can pull this out of him. But when he hears the vibration against the comforter, he snatches the phone up again like he’s been starving for it.

Her reply makes his blood boil.

baby ❤️🔥: u jealous, cameron?

He exhales a sharp laugh, humorless, shaking his head. Of course that’s what she’d say. Of course she’ll try to play it off, make him chase.

His thumbs fly.

rafe 🙄: dont fuckin play with me rafe 🙄: take that shit down before i kill him rafe 🙄: take the shit down now

He stares at it, breathing hard, waiting. And underneath the anger, that sick pull digs in deeper, the one that keeps him tangled with Y/N no matter how much she drives him insane.