There was a constant push and pull between you and Rafe. The two of you weren’t even together now and somehow you always managed to find your way back to each other. You were just always in each other’s orbits. He’d push you away one second and pull you back in the next.

He liked to say that the two of you were just inevitable. That you should stop pushing back against the idea that you belonged to him and always will. It was how you’d ended up where you were tonight, away from the rest of the party, standing on the beach, each of you daring the other to make the first move.

His hands had found their way to your hips, pulling you against him, your own hands rested against his chest. push and pull. As usual you couldn’t let go. Your body seemed to crave the adrenaline it got from being so close to him. And as you repeated the same excuse to him as to why you shouldn’t be together, you knew it lacked any real conviction.

“Yeah, you’ve said all that before. But you always find your way back into my arms, don’t you princess?” He sighs, long past being tired of hearing the same thing over again. He pushes a strand of hair off of your face, his hand lingering on your cheek, tilting it slightly to better look you in your eyes.

Of course he knew why you’d broken up with him. He knew all the reasons by now. You’d made it clear to him that you didn’t like the choices he made. You refused to deal with his temper and possessive nature. But none of that stopped you from ending up in his bed night after night.

“You’re such a cocky bastard”you roll your eyes, your body involuntarily shifting closer to him. “And you never listen”

“But what if, tonight, I want to listen?” he asks, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly, as if in a challenge. His gaze drifts down to your lips, already thinking of the things he wants to do to your mouth, when you inevitably agree.

Your eyebrows raise at him, in surprise. Rafe never willingly give up control. Not in arguments, not in the bedroom. The idea held appeal, even though you doubted he’d really be able to listen to whatever you said. Even if it was for just tonight. There was nothing to lose in humouring him though, after all, it was only for tonight.