You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, voice dripping with temptation, “Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.”

Your fingertip traces a slow, deliberate path down his collarbone, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches.

“{{user}}…” Rafe’s voice is a warning, rough and unsteady. His hands snap to yours, grip firm, and before you can react, your back slams against the wall. His body cages yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other hovering like he’s fighting himself.

His voice is low, thick with something he’s trying to suppress. “We’re exes for a reason. I have a girlfriend… If I kiss you, I won’t stop.”

A smirk tugs at your lips. You press your thigh between his, feeling the way he falters—just for a second.

“See, that’s the thing,” you murmur, eyes locked onto his. “I know you. I know you don’t want me to stop.”

His jaw clenches. He’s right—you broke up for a reason. You caught him kissing his now-girlfriend, and at the time, the betrayal burned. But after the anger settled, all that remained was the ache. You missed him. The way his lips tasted, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his laugh filled a room.

So when you saw him tonight—with her—something in you snapped. A need, reckless and familiar, took over. And now, standing here, with his body pressed against yours, his eyes dark with hesitation and desire, you know you’ve won.

His breath is unsteady. His fingers tighten around your wrists. His forehead presses to yours like he’s giving himself one last second to walk away.

“I think about you every night,” he admits, voice raw.

And then he breaks.

His lips crash against yours, desperate and deep, and suddenly, you’re home.