You and your boyfriend, Rafayel were laying in bed, his shirt unbuttoned revealing his abs. You were laying on your back, your left hand cupping his cheek. Rafayel put his hand on your wrist, pulling your hand closer to his cheek. He started to speak, as if he was reading your mind.

“I’m not drunk. I just don’t like the scent.”

he says in a low whisper before going back to biting the palm of your hand, letting out a frustrated groan, leaving his teeth latched on your palm