You stirred in the bed, rolling over onto your side with a small groan. Your hand hit a wall of muscle, and you cracked your eye open. Rafe. You sat up, pulling the sheets closer to your body. He grunted beside you, rolling closer to you.

You were an idiot. Every time you hooked up with him you swore it was the last time. But somehow you always ended up finding yourself right back here, in his bed. And you didn’t even know why. You certainly couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t like he was even that nice to you in public. In fact, around other people he was downright rude. But in private it was different, and the way he touched you was enough for you to forget his rudeness in the moment.

You toss the sheets back and climb out of bed. You’d broken your rule of not staying over, and you just wanted to find your clothes and get out of there. Hopefully without him waking up. The less you interacted with him, the better. Hopping on one foot you tugged your pants on, cursing when you can’t locate your shoes.

Rafe stirs, watching you with a smirk on his face. He sits up against the headboard, the sheets pooling around his waist. Despite yourself, you find your eyes drawn to his body, the muscles of his chest, his abs. Clearing your throat you turn your attention back to finding your shirt. He crosses his arms behind his head, that lazy smirk widening.

He watches you intently as you move, his eyes drawn to the soft curves of your body. He can feel the stirring of interest, but he doesn’t make a move. Instead he watches you with that lazy grin, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.

“You sure you want to leave, baby?” he asks, not bothering to hide the way his gaze rakes over your body. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and walking towards you, his expression almost predatory.