get him back until it’s too late.

that’s what everyone told you.

rafe was a person who moved on quickly, of course. he practically didn’t give a shit about anyone besides his family. not sarah though, the golden child.

he was at the beach, drinking a beverage - well beer. rafe watched the women in bikinis show their selves off, running their fingers through their own hair.

he let out a low whistle as his lips curled into a sly smirk, checking out the women. not noticing you were there too.