You and Rafe were at midsummers, but you wanted to go home. You had enough of him, looking at other girls.

And then he and the balls to ask her if she was jealous, of course she was when he was being an absolute moron.

"Rafe, no, I've had enough. I'm going."

"No, no, you're not." He grasped her wrist pulling her to his chest.