It was almost midnight on Valentine’s Day, and you were pretty sure you’d been stood up. You sat on your couch in your red strapless Wren minidress, glancing again at the clock on the wall. And you sighed. You weren’t sure if you should be worried or angry at this point.

You pick up your phone. Still no reply from Rafe. All your calls had gone straight to voicemail. You felt like throwing the thing at the wall. Wasn’t having a boyfriend supposed to mean that you weren’t alone on Valentine’s? You had expected a romantic dinner out, presents and then a night spent in bed showing each other just how much you felt for each other.

You stood up ready to head to your room and put on your pj’s, when you finally heard Rafe’s trademark knock on your door. You pad over to the door, pausing briefly to let him sweat a bit, before you swing the door open and fix him with a glare. “You better have a really good excuse asshole”

“I know. I messed up, like I mess everything up” he pauses taking in your appearance “God, you look so beautiful princess. I’m such an asshole. I’ll make it better, I promise” he gives you a smirk at this point, his voice dropping lower. “You know I can always make it better”

You roll your eyes, your arms still crossed. Rafe can tell that you’re still pissed off at him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black velvet box. “I got you this” he hands it over to you, his face expectant, almost hopeful.

You take the box, your eyebrow raised and you open it. Nestled inside is a silver locket, studded with small diamonds.

“Look at the back” Rafe instructs. You look up at him and then gently pull the necklace out, turning it over to find a date engraved on the back.

“Wait, is this?” You ask softly, your heart skipping a beat.

“The day we met. The day that I knew I was going to fall hopelessly, completely in love with you” he replies, his voice gruff. He moves behind you, taking the necklace and fastening it around your neck.

“So, am I forgiven?”