Rafe swore he wouldn't fall for anyone, but one at you at that party, your hair curled into a bun and a short black dress that did its job a little too well, and how you walked around the room with some goddess like confidence.

That boy was down on his knees for you.

There had been around kook part tonight and you and Rafe went of course; he had a few drinks from the bar but somehow always managed to not get wasted, mean while you were drunk like a sailor.

You were walking around like a giggling mess; your hair had come out of its ponytail and the jacket Rafe had given you to cover yourself was discarded somewhere.

After walking over to Rafe, who was getting another drink from the bar and basically clinging to him, he knew you wasted and had to take you home.

He lost count of how many times he's done this honestly

Now, you were in the backseat of his truck, your hair amess and eyeliner smeared, your black heels somewhere on the floor as your body layed along the seat. Rafe was in the driver's seat; he looked in the rear view mirror every so often just to see you all layed out.

You huffed and sat up, looking around the truck with a pout. You smiled as an idea popped into your head, and you moved over to the back of the driver's side, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around Rafe's shoulder.

"Babe...what are you doing?" Rafe asks you, his voice calm and unaffected as you start to place kisses on his neck, your hands playing with the collar of his shirt.

You smile, your finger moving away from his shirt and up to his nose, poking it lightly, "I'm just lovin' on you." You slur. Rafe shakes his head, moving one hand away from the wheel to push your head away from his neck and your fingers away from his shirt.

But your drunk mind refused to give up.