The party was a bust, full of too many people, making it next to impossible for Rafe to get you alone like he wanted to. He’d been forced to watch you flirt with guys who would never know how truly rare and amazing you were, all night long. And he was in a foul mood because of it. Even the bourbon he’d been steadily sipping all night was failing to numb his feelings for you.

He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, scrolling through his messages to find your last text thread. Before he could question how good of an idea it was, he was typing out a text for you to meet him outside. He felt a sense of relief once he hit send.

When you stepped outside, he was taken aback by the way the porch light framed your face, making you look angelic. Which was strangely fitting, since he’d always viewed you as his angel. Pure and so perfect that you managed to make him believe in something. In you.

through all the worry, I still hear your voice

“Rafe, is everything okay?” You can’t hide the concern from your voice. Even from where you’re standing you can smell the bourbon wafting from him. It had been weeks since you’d seen him, and it still hurts to be around him and not be with him.

“I miss you. I’ve been missing you” He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes seem darker now, angrier. He hates that he can’t help but still notice how beautiful you are. That you still make every nerve ending in his body go haywire. Hates like hell that he knows he’ll never love another girl the way he loves you.

tell me when the light goes down, that even in the dark we can find our way out

“We don’t work” you murmur, pushing down the longing that his touch inspires.

“That’s not true, Princess. We’re amazing together. So you can flirt with all the guys you want, and I’ll still be here. Because I know what we are”

I believe in something, I believe in us

“And what are we are?” You hate yourself for asking, for needing to hear his words. For still caring so much.

“Each other’s” He replies confidently.