UNDER HIS GUARD

the music from the party echoed in the distance as you stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the dress you’d just pulled on. it was nothing special, just a simple black thing that barely reached your mid-thigh, but you liked how it fit, how it made you feel.

rafe was sitting on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, looking at you with a furrowed brow. his eyes were intense, his lips pressed together in that way he did when he was trying to keep his thoughts to himself. but you knew better than to think he wasn’t already forming an opinion.

“are you seriously wearing that?” his voice was low, but not gentle.

you raised an eyebrow and looked at him through the mirror, giving him a half smile. “what, you don’t like it?”

he shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “it’s too short.”