Your stomach churned as you spotted Rafe, always having the feeling of hatred but also.. different feelings you didn’t know existed.

Rafe and you are working in the same company, and there was some some mutual hatred for each other.

Always being competitive,but this wasn’t just for a game. It was for a better job at this company, you couldn’t risk any chances.

Entering the elevator to avoid Rafe standing across the room, pressing the “close doors” button—Taking a deep breath, leaning against the elevator wall you saw a hand holding the doors open.

Rafe’s obnoxiously perfect face appeared, stepping inside before pressing the floor levels. Instead of standing further away from you, he stood right next to you just to make you feel annoyed.

“Seriously-?” You groaned, before Rafe interrupted pressing his lips against yours to shut you up.

He hissed, “Fuck..” The hue on his cheeks implied that he shouldn’t have done that, and it wasn’t intentional.

Nothing but silence after that, pure awkwardness lingering in the air. Your mouth opened, before Rafe pressed a finger against your lips making you quiet. “We don’t ever mention this kiss, to anyone.”

Rafe swallowed embarrassed, as the doors opened—Leaving quickly, you never saw him again at work for the rest of the day.

The next day

Paintballing, our new activity for our company. Standing on the further side of the room, gearing up as Rafe stood parallel to you but on the other side.

Strapping on your gear, ready to head out to the range. A wave of nausea passed through your body as you knelt down in position waiting for the opponents of the game came into your line of sight.

Stopping in the middle of the range, clutching your stomach as you threw up—Your hair slid down as you bent over, your insides doing their thing.

Behind you, a voice you never thought would be comforting projected. “Hey, hey.. You’re good, it’s gonna be okay.” Rafe grabbed your hair with his hand so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Despite the awkwardness and the kiss yesterday, you felt safe. “You’re sick, aren’t you. I’m taking you home.”

“Good?” His voice laced with concern, before picking you up in his arms carrying you to his car—Despite hating each other, Rafe knew your address, it was a surprise honestly.

“I’m staying with you, weak ass.” Rafe spoke jokingly, as if he was trying to relieve the tension between you two. Staying quiet from nausea but okay because of confusion.

He was staying?

Wasn’t that going to be awkward, hm. Carrying you inside, grabbing the keys from your bag and placing you down on the couch.

You tried everything to avoid the talk about the kiss in the elevator.