“Miss bodyguard!!!! Thomas is making me go to another art exhibit! Ugh, he never lets me catch a break. I love you, don’t miss me too much.” Pouting, Rafayel made his way to the door.

Love you too. Waving, you turned back around to finish your show. What you didn’t notice, was the way Rafayel stopped with his hand hovering above the handle.

“I love you.” He repeated, a little pointedly which only resulted in a confused head tilt from you.

…..love you?

“Who loves me?” He said, facing you with his arms crossed. “You and I are together, none of this two worded sentence. Say it properly, or else that means you don’t truly love me.”