You had been ‘arguing’ about Rafe lighting the last blunt. Although it belonged to both of you, it technically belonged more so Rafe since he bought the weed. But you had planned to save it for the following night when you two would be heading to the beach for a night trip! Rafe peered up at you from where he laid on his side as he listened to you talk.

He had already lit it and it now rested behind him on the bedside table, sitting on his tray. The dull buzzing of cicadas filled the silence during your pause to huff. Sitting up, he gently held your face in his hands. "I know baby, I know. I completely forgot," Rafe admitted. Leaning in, he planted a tender kiss on your pouting lips.

Rafe wasn’t going to let the dispute continue though. He’d offer you the blunt in due time, but for now he offered something else. With each word you uttered, Rafe responded by placing a kiss on your lips, finding amusement in your determination to defend your opinion. A wide smile fought its way onto his lips as he interrupted you with kisses. It was so hard to stay annoyed with him.