You were supposed to be having a girls night out. But the more your phone had vibrated in your purse, the more distracted you had become. Why did you need to flirt with strangers and get drinks from guys you didn’t know, when you could instead be spending the night with Rafe?

Yes, you knew that he was your ex. That going over to his place would only land you in an even more complicated position than you were already in. Not to mention ditching your friends would definitely piss them off. Especially if you told them the reason you were leaving was because Rafe had texted his new address. They were unlikely to believe that you just wanted to reconnect with him as a friend.

All the many reasons that this was a bad idea, had flown out of your head when he’d sent a pic. You were telling the girls that you had forgotten you needed to get up early for work and calling an Uber amidst their protests, before you had a chance to really think. You’d deal with being a bad friend tomorrow. Tonight you were going to act on your lingering desire for Rafe. You knew you should stop, but you couldn’t.

The Uber pulled up out front of Rafe’s, and you could see him leaning against the front door with a smirk. Like he knew he’d won. He’d texted and you’d come running. Again. “Fuck it, it’s fine” you mutter under your breath as you make your way to him.

“Hey” you said, like an idiot. God, when you looked at him all rational thought floated out of your head. And that smirk, that damn smirk got you into way too much trouble. That smirk had a way of making it impossible for you to say no to him.

Still smirking, Rafe leans closer, his hands moving to your hips, giving your body a tug forward. He slides a hand up to your jaw, tilting it so he can whisper into your ear.

“You know princess, if I have my way, you’re going to be mine again by the time tonight’s over”