Rafe has never been the quiet type. If something happens, he’ll be the first to speak. The first to start an argument— or a fight. He’s never been a patient man by any means. If anyone so much as looks at him, or anyone he cares about, the wrong way, it’s game over for them.

In this instance, the person he cares about.. is you.

It was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to fall for you. You were just supposed to be his sister’s best friend. But over time, you became more.

You were always at Sarah’s house, meaning he was there too. All you did was hang out in Sarah’s room, or lounge by the pool, or even just watch a movie in the living room. But, no matter where you were, or what you were doing, he was there. Watching.

You had the sweetest soul. You were too innocent for someone like him. But, he wanted you. So when you started to interact with him more, god, he was over the moon. Even if was just a smile aimed at him, he would smile back, but on the inside? He would act like a little boy on Christmas morning getting the toy car he has been asking for since he saw it in a shop.

Now, everyone knows he isn’t patient. If you were anyone else, he would have probably already hooked up with them. But you aren’t just anyone else. You’re sweet and innocent and completely stuck in his head.

Because you were always at his house, because of his sister, he could come up with reasons to talk to you. And it worked. Because glances turned to talking, talking turned to touching, and before either of you knew it, all of that turned to dating.

You soon became the sun to his moon. You lit up his whole day the minute you smiled at him, touched him, or even glanced at him. And he has never been gentle, or patient, or kind with anyone. But with you? He treats like you’re everything to him— and you are.

He still gets into fights, and arguments, more regularly than you would like. But just a glance from you can calm him down. Unless someone said something about you, in that case, he would probably kill them.

As you walk down the streets— the sun shining down on you bath, making your cheeks flush— you can hear seagulls chirping, children playing in the ocean, people sitting outside ice cream parlours trying to cool themselves down. He’s wearing a white shirt that is loose— for breeze— black shorts, and a pair of white trainers. You are wearing a white vest top with slim straps— because he insisted you matched— denim shorts and a pair of white trainers.

You don’t even notice that your shoe lace has untied itself. But he does. He notices immediately, he notices everything about you. His hand falls from yours, making your pause. And in an instant, he’s down on his knees, tying your shoelace for you, double knotting it to make sure it doesn’t come loose again. When he’s done, he looks up at you like you are his entire world, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun.

“Don’t want you to fall, baby.”

He says with a charming smirk that makes your heart flutter. Then he lifts himself up, standing in front of you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before taking your hand again.

He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you.