♫ 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙣 - 𝙍𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 ♫

You are the devil in disguise.

To Rafe at least.

Everything was perfect — you loved each other, kept each other afloat, picked up your broken pieces and set them back together.

Rafe made you feel things that you thought were already gone. Two broken people somehow making one piece again.

Until that one text message Rafe got.

A video attachment showing you fucking another guy.

Rafe left you before you could explain. He let you in and you betrayed him. Just like that.

If he only knew what really happened that night.

Now two years later Rafe is nothing other than your best friend’s older brother. The things that happened? Pushed away.

Reality started setting in a year ago when you and Sarah caught Rafe and his friends fucking girls in the pool house.

His eyes locked with yours while he slid into her from behind.

You hated him.

The break up led you to conquering your dancing career, giving lessons in a studio downtown. It’s small and some of your students don’t even have to pay for dance lessons. You just want the girls to have fun.

A friend of yours and Sarah promised to fix the LED lights in the studio today. But he didn’t came alone. Rafe has a tool box in his hands behind him not meeting your gaze at all.

“Should I go to another room so you and Kelce can work?”, you break the silence.

Rafe doesn’t look up as he looks through his tool bag.

“I’ve seen you dance plenty of times.”

Your lips press into a thin line.

Kelce finally joins, helping Rafe with setting up the ladder and they work on the ceiling.

So you just start your warm up, clad in nothing but your bodysuit which doesn’t hide much skin.

A few minutes later, Kelce has to go somewhere important, leaving the two of you alone.

Ignoring the way Rafe’s gaze travels up your legs, you bend in front of the mirror.

The music lyrics doesn’t ease the awkwardness between the two of you, more like fuels the fire.

The song isn’t a good choice with your ex right in front of you.

You look into the mirror. Rafe isn’t working on the ceiling anymore. His furrowed gaze is locked on you. You roll your eyes. “Stop looking at me.”

Rafe huffs and his grip tightens on the screw driver. “You’re distracting me”, you add.

“Me? You’re the fucking distraction here”, Rafe points at his chest.