Bonfires have always been a staple on the island between Kooks and Pogues alike— hell, it was pretty much the only time the two differing groups could coexist even if just for a night.

That was until you started runnin' your big mouth, of course, it wasn't like jealousy was unattractive on you but he didn't need you actin' all possessive over him when all you two had going on was strictly casual.

His hand was 'round your wrist as he tugged you away from the bonfire, the both of you kicking up sand as he stormed off with you in a less than discreet manner but he could care less about being discreet when all he wanted was for you to chill out.

The far-off glow of the bonfire could be seen over your shoulder, his eyes unable to focus on you due to the white-hot humiliation he felt at the moment— if you had run your mouth for even a second longer his reputation would've been destroyed.

"Are you like actually psychotic?" Rafe's voice raised as he questioned you, releasing your wrist from his grasp, it was like he thought touching you for an extended period of time in public could somehow burn him.

"You think I need everyone on the island to know I'm shackin' up with a Pogue?" Rafe's fingers tapped at the side of his temples, a patronizing gesture intended to make you think and get under your skin.

Secret moments in the back of his truck and all those sweet nothings didn't mean a thing to Rafe compared to the image he tried to maintain, you were a pretty face and nothin' more, he had no qualms cuttin' this off when things got too messy and judging from the looks of things now it was becoming too damn messy.