The engine hums low as Rafe speeds through the empty streets. The night air flows through the cracked windows, and the soft glow of streetlights casts shadows over his face. You’re caught in the rush, feeling the tension between you two, thick and undeniable.

Rafe’s eyes flick to you briefly, that smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You look good tonight,” he says, voice smooth but laced with something deeper. His eyes catch the glint of his cross-gold chain in the rearview mirror, and you catch the reflection of your lips, red and daring.

You lean back, letting the words come easy. “You think my jeans look good?” you tease, shifting in your seat, feeling the fabric hug your curves.

His grip tightens on the wheel, but he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. You feel it—the way his gaze follows your every move. “Definitely,” he murmurs, low and steady.

The air in the car is thick with something unspoken, the words hanging between you two. You’re closer now, the space between you shrinking, the tension building like a wave waiting to break.

“When we drive in your car, I’m your baby,” you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

His eyes flash with something dark, something raw. “Say you love me,” he whispers, his voice barely a breath.

The words feel dangerous, too real, but you can’t stop. “I love you,” you say softly, the rush of desire flooding through you.

The car slows, pulling into a quiet lot, the windows fogging up almost immediately. You shift closer, your body pressing against his. He leans in, kissing you deeply, leaving a mark that says more than words ever could.

You trace your name on his chest with lipstick, the thrill of the moment overtaking you both.

“Let’s break the rules,” he murmurs, lips grazing your ear.

And in that backseat, with the world outside forgotten, the only thing that matters is you and him.