The sounds of the party were faint behind the bathroom door that Rafe had pulled you into. Even before he’d pulled you in here, he had a way of making everyone else disappear. Like your illusionist.

Your back was against the wall, Rafe’s lips against your neck. You were completely caught up in the moment. You’d always thought of yourself as a good girl, but with Rafe you were anything but.

I’m not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you

The two of you had been together for a month now. And what a month it had been. You were completely lost in each other. When you were together nothing else existed. And all the warnings from your friends about being careful with him, the rumours that went around the island about the bad boy Rafe Cameron, none of it mattered to you.

“You’ve got my lipstick all over your face” you note with a smirk. God, it was hot to mark him up.

“Good. Then everyone will know you belong to me” he practically growled, his lips moving back to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the skin.

“I’m yours to keep, and I’m yours to lose” your nails trailed down his back and you smirked as he groaned in response.

“Damn straight baby, You’re mine now. Mine to keep. Mine to mark-“ he punctuated this by biting down on your pulse point. “Mine to claim”

Cause baby, I know what you know. We can feel it