“You should see the damage i did to your pretty face.” You say, your body positioned to be stood inbetween Rafes open legs as he is sat on your bed, allowing you to hold an ice pack from your fridge against his cheek.

How did you get here? Well, a few hours ago, you and Rafe attended a random kook party. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as the party was beyond crowded and many of the guys were none stop hitting on you, you were a little on edge, especially when Rafe left your side to go and get drinks for you both. A few moments later, you felt a hand press against your lower lower back. The feeling shocked you, causing you to spin around and send a punch to the persons face. Your hands immediately flew to your mouth in shock as your eyes fall upon Rafe, his hand pressing against his cheek although having a soft smirk resting on his lips. After Rafe telling you he came back to ask which drink you wanted and you apologising profusely, although unable to help the laughter falling from your lips, you drove him back to your place to help with the forming bruise on his cheekbone.

“Oh darling, as long as you still think i’m pretty, I dont give a damn what i look like.”