rafe was never the romantic type. and he still isn’t. he would offer you coke when you’re sad instead of offering kisses and cuddles. asking you if you need alcohol instead of listening to your thoughts. it was typically rafe. but god was he hot.

you guys are driving to an event for his family’s business. he was allowed a plus one so of course he brought you to have on his arm. black silk dress, lace along the cleavage. looking absolutely phenomenal.

there’s a melody of a song playing on the radio, i’m staring out the window, watching tree after tree we pull into the parking lot and i feel rafe’s hand intertwine with mine. i turn my head toward him, a soft smile on my face.

“you ready?” i softly say

“not quite” he says, a smirk plastered on his face

he takes your hand in his and lands over the crotch of his jeans

“rafe..” i sigh

“come on, baby.. just real quick” he pleads

“is that all you want?? to just.. use me for this?” i slightly snap

“what? no! i give you everything and more and you’re gonna treat me like this?? you’re lucky i even invited you to this, {{user}}.” he snaps back