How on earth you had gotten yourself into a relationship with Rafe Cameron of all people was beyond you. You were a pogue, friends with the group of people Rafe hated the most, and that hatred was returned completely.

But hey, they had to put up with him and he had to put up with them, on occasion atleast. You’d even managed to convince Rafe to make an effort with your friends, and vise versa. Whilst your friends weren’t exactly sold on the idea just yet, Rafe was trying. You’d be able to convince him of anything with just a small pout and a kiss.

But helping was what exactly got him in this situation, tied up in the bottom of his (Barry’s) boat, courtesy of JJ Maybank. You’d come down to bring him some food and some aspirin for the headache he undoubtedly had, meekly peeking through the door and looking down at him, silently praying he wouldn’t be annoyed at her. He never really was, but Rafe tended to be a loose cannon.

“Oh, baby..” He says, seeing her instantly relaxing him, his shoulders easing and his jaw unclenching, “Come on, sweetheart. Untie me, yeah?”