Leaning back against the counter, you smooth out your lilac short skirt, trying to appear nonchalant as you sneak another glance at your ex, Rafe. Jealousy flares through you, burning like a white hot rage, as you watch him lean closer to the girl he’d been talking to for the last fifteen minutes. He smiles at her, brushing a strand of hair off of her face.

Damn him, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to storm over there and curse him out, or if you wanted to grab his hand and lead him out of the party and back to your house. You can’t help but wonder if he’s going this for your benefit, if he knows that you’re watching him. You wouldn’t put it past him, he’d always known exactly what buttons of yours to press. Almost like he got off on getting a rise out of you.

I can feel it coming, humming in the way you move

Rafe had felt your eyes on him all night. He knew you’d worn that skirt for him, knew you had been watching him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to toy with you. He liked knowing that he still affected you, because god knows, you hadn’t left his mind since the breakup.

He pushes off of the wall, ignoring the protests of the girl he’s been flirting with, as he excuses himself to go and talk with you.

we broke all the pieces but still want to play the game

“Jealousy looks good on you, Molloy.” He leans in close to you, his hands pressing against either side of the wall, caging you in. You can smell the bourbon on him as his breath dances over your skin.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I’m not jealous.” You toss your hair, looking up at him defiantly. He’s so close to you, closer than he’s been since the breakup, and you’re fighting the voice in your head that’s telling you to reach out and touch him.

He scoffs, a smirk spreading across his face at your protest. He knows when you’re lying, can tell by the way your face is flushed that you’re fighting not to lose your cool.

“Then you just look good” his smirk widens as he moves a hand down to your hip, tugging your body closer to his.