Rafe leans back against the headboard, a small smile playing across his lips. He can hear you singing in the shower. You’d once told him you liked to pretend you were a popstar when you sang in the shower. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that you couldn’t carry a tune. It was actually almost adorable to him how bad of a singer you were. His focus is pulled away from your singing when his phone vibrates with a call on his nightstand. He picks up his phone, glancing at the name. Sofia. He sighs, debating on answering or not. You were still in the shower, you wouldn’t even have to know. He didn’t know why he still kept space for his ex. He knew he shouldn’t, that his focus should just be you, but he can’t help it. He caves like he always does. Sliding his finger across the screen, he accepts the call. Greeting her with a gruff hello as he brings the phone to his ear.

You step out of the shower, still humming softly as you dry off. You wipe the mirror with your towel, then tug your hair out of its clip, letting it fall down your back in loose waves. You putter around the bathroom, rubbing your vanilla cashmere lotion all over your body. Rafe always said it made you smell like candy. He’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You tug on the sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt you always slept in, the collar slides loosely down one shoulder. You smile, placing your hand on the doorknob, ready to bounce into the bedroom and climb into bed with Rafe. But you pick up on his voice saying the name you dreaded hearing. Sofia. His damn annoying ex. Why the hell was she calling him after midnight? You press your ear to the door, trying to pick up on the conversation.

“…you know I do Sofia.” Rafe says with a sigh. You pick up on the tone of his voice, he’s speaking softly, with a hint of irritation and something else that you don’t want to acknowledge. You bite your lip, holding your breath to hear better.

“I can’t…..because Aoife is here… you have to stop calling me.”

You’re fighting the urge to storm out there and interrupt this conversation. You want him to hang up the damn phone. How quickly your mood could change. You’d been bopping around the bathroom singing only moments before, and now you felt like you were seconds away from crying. You’d never liked Sofia. She liked to act like her and Rafe had a connection that you could never compete with. Things had gotten heated between the two of you on numerous occasions. You’d come close to hitting her the last time you’d caught her trying to flirt with Rafe. He assured you that he loved you, but you had always picked up on the way he still entertained her, answering her calls. He said it was friendship, but you knew Sofia was using friendship as an excuse to weasel her way back into his life.

“…. I do miss you, but…” he trails off and you swing open the door to the bedroom, stepping out of the bathroom and raising an eyebrow at him. You were trying to stay calm, trying to act unaffected when in reality his words had caused a white hot fury to burn inside you.

“I have to go” he says, ending the call and tossing his phone back onto the nightstand. He looks up at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes on his face.

“Hey baby. How was your shower?” He’s clearly trying to act innocent. Hoping that you don’t know who he was talking to. Hoping that you hadn’t heard anything. He didn’t want to have to explain it to you, because he was at a loss for how to.