In Rafe’s eyes, being away from you is the equivalent of hell on earth. He despises the idea of you not being with him and his family, so when you decided to go back to your place for the weekend, he sat there FaceTiming you over and over again until you answered—which you eventually did.

Seeing your face light up on his phone screen brightened his mood immediately. He has a shit day most days, or so he says, but seeing you brings something he cannot put his finger on—a warm feeling in his stomach.

The moment you answered, he was talking and rambling immediately.

“Hey, bunny,” he hummed, beaming you a smile and leaning back against his headboard, shirtless, his toned chest visibly on display. “How’s ya day been? It better’ve been good.”

After letting you speak for a while, staying silent and listening to your every word, he finally spoke.

“I miss you, kid. When’re you coming back to my place?”