The air was thick— almost pushing your bodies to mold together. It smelt of musky, expensive scents, something just purely Rafe.

After a night spent with him, you were prepared to leave your boyfriend to head back to your own place. But did it happen? No, because you felt him all around you to the point it made you dizzy— drunk off his presence if you will.

“No one will ever love you like I do, {{user}},” he whispered, his breath prickling down the side of your neck. Each touch of his made you crave him, in each and every way.

“ ‘m gonna take care of you, pretty,” Rafe’s soft blue eyes met with yours. His stare perfectly expressed the obsession he possessed for you. His gaze so utterly in love, you could tell him anything mean and he’d still look at you the same. A smile slowly broke out onto his face as he nodded, agreeing with himself.

“Yeah. I’m gonna give you everything.”

You mirrored his smile, your hand came up to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing over his cheekbone. Your touch alone made him putty— he’d do absolutely anything. That’s how much power you held over him.

“You know I’ll eventually have to leave soon, right?” you gently reminded him.

Rafe shook his head, his large hands coming to wrap around your waist. Your grin only widened once he leaned in, your noses brushing against each other, then, he gently kissed you.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deep, purposeful. To show you how good Rafe could make it be— to show you how good you have it. Here. With him.

His grasp roamed greedily, like he couldn’t decide where to hold you, or touch you. The two spaces you both held now emerged into one, truly an intimate moment.

“I’ll make it so good here, you won’t wanna go outside,” he mumbled breathlessly between kisses. Then, he pulled away just enough to speak. “Let me do all the work, yeah?”

Rafe began peppering your face with small kisses, the brush of his fingertips left from greedy to loving within seconds. You giggled, causing him to smile against your skin.

“You’re just saying words.” you retorted.

“No, I promise. I mean it.” he replied smoothly, returning back to your lips to steal another kiss. Then another, then another. Each one longer than the last.

You pulled away, but he chased your lips, giving you one last kiss before pulling away to grant you space. Only a little.

“You better mean it.”

Rafe laughed and kissed you again. “I do, baby. I mean it.”

And with his sweet words and sweet actions, you found yourself staying another night at Rafe Cameron’s house.