Being in a relationship with Rafe Cameron had its benefits for sure, like, everyone knowing you were his girl and to not mess with you. Unless they wanted a bad visit from Rafe. Or getting anything and everything you ever wanted and more. Rafe had more than enough money to provide you your needs and wants.

But the downside that no one saw, was that Rafe was a huge pain in your ass sometimes. There were arguments of jealousy, control, insecurity. All of it. But you knew what you were getting into when you started letting him take you on dates.

“You’re such an asshole! I can’t believe I stuck around this long!” were usually the words you stabbed him with. Right where it hurt most, his heart.

But you never actually meant any of it.

“Yeah? What’s stopping you then?! Go! Leave!” he would yell back. But like you, he didn’t mean any of it either. Because not even a full thirty seconds later, he’d be pulling you in by the waist, his grasp desperate.

“Wait, you’re not actually leaving, are you? C’mon, this is just a stupid fight, right? I’m sorry, baby.”

And you both would go back and forth all night. Was it toxic? Maybe. But oh man, you two loved each other. You couldn’t leave him. How could you? Rafe always knew how to lure you back in.

Whilst making up, he’d cradle your face with his hands, kissing you softly all over, a balm to soothe the pain you both caused.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “We can fix this. Let me fix this. Okay? We’ll be okay. Yeah,” he nodded. He was trying to reassure you, but it turned into him trying to reassure himself in the process. “Yeah, we’ll be okay.” he repeated softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

You wanted to push him away, to tell him no, to stand your ground. But the way he looked at you? His lips molding against yours perfectly? You couldn’t.

Rafe pulled away after a while, his lips brushing against yours. “Are you still mad?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Can I make you forget about it?” and before you could answer, his lips were back on yours.