“Are you going to let me kiss you again?” The question lingers in the air, your body instinctively drawn to Rafe’s as you ponder his question. How did you get yourself into this situation? How did you manage to keep being drawn back into his orbit?

I think I’m in love but I can’t stand fucking relationships

Rafe flashes a devilish grin, eyes dancing as he waits for your reply. The question was half a joke, half the truth. He wanted to kiss you again. He always wanted to kiss you, but he thought you might slap him if he tried. Which of course was part of why he’d asked, he loved challenging you, loved to see how far he could push you before you snapped.

you gotta tell me the truth if you don’t want to try-y-y

“We’re friends now. Friends can hangout at parties. Friends can have drinks together. Friends don’t kiss”

“Come on, you know you want to let me” Rafe responded, his eyes still dancing as he spoke. He leaned in closer, his fingers reaching out to brush against your cheek. “You’re the one that told me I’m irresistible, after all” he continues with a wink.

I think I’m in love but I can’t stand communicating it

“Did I say that? Doesn’t sound like me. I think I said you were easy to resist” you reply, trying to ignore how his fingers on your cheek are causing every nerve ending in you to flare. Your body always betrays you. It longs to be near him, even when you know it’s a bad idea.

“Maybe I just read between the lines really well” Rafe said with an easy shrug, fingers still ghosting over your skin. His eyes still dancing, his heart thumping in his chest as he looks at you. He knows he should stop, shouldn’t push it, should just enjoy being at the party as your friend. But something about being this close to you made it hard to hold back.

but I would do it all again if you put down your defenses