You didn’t mean to be like this. Snappy, bitchy, rude. It was, however, almost that time of the month in a week. So you were PMSing hardcore.

All day, everything anyone did managed to piss you off.

Topper telling you something about your guys mom? You told him to go fuck himself, for some reason. Sarah was complaining about something John B did? You had to force yourself to not completely tune her voice out and be nice.

Rafe, the love of your life, doing anything? Touching you, talking to you, being an inch too close? You’d assume he told you someone killed your entire family with the way you’d huff and puff and be an ass.

And, knowing Rafe and his own temper, his patience for it did not last very long. It had been since the two of you woke up in bed this morning, the first thing you had done was roll your eyes and roll over.

He’d been taking about Cameron Development, about this meeting he had tomorrow to try to sell a house somewhere on the island, you weren’t sure, you weren’t exactly fully paying attention.

You’d rolled your eyes, your head falling back against the back of the couch and that had apparently been the last straw for him.

“Okay, do you have a problem, or are you being a bitch on purpose?” He scoffed, tossing his phone into the coffee table in your shared living room, narrowing his eyes at you.