Rafe hates when you dare cover up one of the vulgar hickeys he leaves on your neck while he's deep inside you. He hates it with a burning passion, and would happily let them be permanent just to show everyone that you’re already his. That’s why every time you do it, he goes crazy.

You climbed into his truck with a small sigh from the rush you had to make to be ready on time, and unconsciously ran a hand through your hair—an action that revealed your strangely smooth neck, without any marks. His blue eyes lingered on that detail as he leaned down to kiss your lips with narrowed eyes, his hand resting on your jaw. “Hi, baby”He greeted you, returning your sweet smile with a small one. He couldn't look away from your neck, his gaze darting from side to side because he was pretty sure that somewhere there had to be a hickey he'd left the day before.

“You playin’ at cover up?” He then teased, adjusting in his seat. he had no intention of leaving until he understood. You frowned at his words, tilting your head as you took in his uneasy and searching eyes, tscrutinizing you like there was something wrong.

Rafe scoffed at your confusion, and his thumb moved up to trace along your skin, his tongue dragging along his dry lips. “There was somethin’ here yesterday, doll,” He reminded you, pressing a little harder on the spot. “How come it disappeared, huh? You don’t want my hickeys baby?”