“So, you lied” Sarah muttered incredulously to Rafe. Still trying to make sense of what he’d just told her.

“Yeah, I lied. But it was the only way to get her here” He protests, glancing towards the patio of the country club where you’re seated, waiting for a date that isn’t going to show up.

“So, she thinks that she’s meeting up with the guy she’s been talking to for weeks, but that’s really you because you made a fake profile?” Sarah’s tone is judgemental, knowing that you’re going to be beyond pissed. “You’re such an idiot! She’s going to murder you!”

“No” He shakes his head, refusing to entertain that possibility. He’d set all this up to win you back. It was his last shot. “I’m a proactive type of person, Sarah.” He taps his fingers against his forehead to emphasize his point. “I made a plan. It’s going to work.”

Sarah just shakes her head and sighs, already prepared for your rage texts that she knows she’s going to receive. She knew how volatile your relationship with Rafe had been. And while she readily admitted that you brought out the good in him, she wasn’t so sure that he did the same for you.

Annoyed that she refuses to see the brilliance of his plan, Rafe pushes off from the bar and ignores her protests. All that really matters is you anyways. He’s frustrated that you affect him so much. That he has to stoop to playing games to get you to see him. Yeah, he’d been a dick to you, but couldn’t you just forgive him already?

I come around when you least expect me

“Rafe?” You look up at him from your phone. Your date was late and not responding to your texts. “I’m meeting someone”

I’m the best that you had, face it

“You’re meeting me, Princess” he replies, his voice smooth like honey as he slides into the seat across from you, his trademark smirk in place.