Pick up your phone.

Rafe had spent the past hour trying to get ahold of you. He sent countless texts, calling you over and over, just to make sure you were okay.

You had went out to have a girls night with Sarah, Kie, and Cleo. It was Sarah’s idea to go to a new club that had just opened in town. Intrigued, you agreed to go.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been going off in your purse while you hit the dance floor, the alcohol in your system making you more confident than usual. Cleo was supposed to be watching your purse, to make sure nothing happened to your belongings, but she didn’t notice your phone going off due to the loud music. So you were completely unaware about Rafe’s attempts.

As you guys left, Cleo handed back your purse, and you grabbed your phone out to let Rafe know you’d be home soon. But as soon as you turned your phone on, your vision slightly blurred from the amount of texts and missed calls swarming your phone. All of them from Rafe.

Shit.

This was sure gonna start an argument when you got home. You had checked the time, in hopes that’d help your situation a little more. Nope. 3:41 AM. Fuck. — You got home, quietly trying to close and lock the front door behind you, careful to not make too much noise.

But as soon as the door closed, a light behind you turned on from the living room, making you turn around slowly. You were met with Rafe’s cold, unamused gaze.

You swallowed hard. “Hey,” you spoke softly, slowly walking towards him. “Didn’t expect you up this late.”

He clenched his jaw, shifting in his seat so he was manspreading.

“I called and texted you,” his voice low and eerily calm. “Did you have a good time?”

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest.

This is definitely gonna start an argument.