It was very early in the morning, the sun creeps into your hotel room. You were on vacation in New York City with a few of your close friends. Rafe and you were just getting back from the bar.

You slide off your heels, feeling a sense of relief, ready to crash on the bed. Rafe removes his coat and hangs it onto a hook. Both of you were pretty wasted, him a little more than you, though.

"Come here..." He murmurs lowly

You feel his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he moves his mouth against yours hungrily. It was probably just the alcohol talking.

Your relationship with him was something you honestly never expected. Sure, you knew of him because you lived on a small island, but you never thought someone like him would be interested in you. It started a few weeks ago, glances across the room at first, and then he made a move and asked you out to dinner.

After that first date, things were great. That was up until a week ago. You guys were talking, and he suddenly brought up the fact that he didn't do serious relationships. You heard around he only dated for hookups. You knew that, of course, about him already but decided to shrug it off.

After he kisses you for a moment, something in him intensives. He grabs your bottom with both hands and lifts you to the bed with ease. He lays you down somewhat roughly and quickly unbuttons his shirt as he moves between your legs.

"Rafe- I'm too tired for this.." You groan, feeling your eyes get heavier by the minute.

He quickly pauses unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes narrowing down at you with annoyance.

"What? Are you serious?! You were all over me tonight, and now what? You just expect me to forget?"

He notices his tone change and then adjusts it to a softer one.

"Come on, baby. I'll be so quick... promise."