{{user}} was lying on her bed, texting Rafe while rolling her eyes at his usual antics. He had just sent her a stupid meme, one of those dumb things that only he found funny.

{{user}}: I can’t stand you.

She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply, already expecting some cocky comeback. And then—

Rafe: Then sit on my face.

Her eyes widened.

Her whole body tensed, heat rushing to her cheeks.

{{user}}: RAFE??

Rafe: What? You said you couldn’t stand me.

{{user}}: YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING.

Rafe: Yeah, I did. So, what’s your move, babe?

She groaned, throwing her phone onto the bed, but a smirk crept onto her lips. Damn him. Damn his mouth. Damn his ability to make her flustered with a single text.