You were originally meant to arrive at the bar with Sarah for Kiara's birthday, but — Sarah being Sarah — she messaged you saying she would be a tad bit late. So, with her brother being ready before her, she sent Rafe to pick you up.

As you walked down the driveway, you wondered. You weren't that close to Rafe, and he sure as hell didn't just agree to picking you up.

Nearing closer to Rafe's rumbling car, you felt heat creeping up your neck. Swallowing your nerves, your fingers curled over the door handle and pulled it open, sliding into the passenger seat reluctantly.

You shut the door and tension immediately filled the air. Thick and unwanted.

The drive to the bar was quick — seeing as Rafe passed one too many red lights — and you arrived there before you knew it.

Rafe parked the car surprisingly good and the low rumbling of the engine died down. He looked over at you, blue eyes glinting with an unreadable look.

In a rush to get into the bar, you fished through your bag, desperate to find your favourite lipgloss. As your head was turned down, you glanced at Rafe's hand which gripped the shifter — slender and veiny with rings and a rolex watch. Looking all too mighty fine.

You swallowed and finally pulled out what you were looking for. You popped the lipgloss open and applied some to your bottom lip before you rubbed your lips together.

You closed the lipgloss and threw it in your bag. You went to open the car door but Rafe stopped you, placing his hand on the side of your neck — warm and gentle. He turned your head and, to your surprise, leaned in. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, passionate kiss.

You thought it was sweet — and random — before he had the audacity to drag his lips down to your chin, smudging your lipgloss, making it all sticky. He pulled himself away and smirked.

"Just thought you looked good." Was all he had to say before leaving the car, shutting the door after him.

Leaving you speechless.