Rafe was still smug from earlier, stretched out on the bed like he was the king of the universe, arms crossed behind his head, watching you with that damn grin.

“You good, baby?” he teased. “Need a hug? Maybe some attention?”

That did it.

You sat up slowly, tilting your head. “Ohhh, you wanna play games, huh?”

Rafe blinked. “Uh—”

Too late.

You suddenly threw yourself back onto the mattress, arms over your head.

“MAN, I CAN’T TRUST ANYBODY.”

Rafe’s mouth fell open.

“OH MY GOD—”

You shot up dramatically, running a hand through your hair. “These bitches don’t respect me!” you growled, throwing your hands up. “It’s always ‘Rafe, chill,’ ‘Rafe, don’t kill people,’ ‘Rafe, put the gun down’—LIKE, DAMN.”

Rafe wheezed.

“YO, WHAT—”

But you weren’t done.

You stood up and paced the room, rubbing your temples like you had a raging migraine. “Nah, I don’t even care though. Like, I literally don’t care,” you muttered, aggressively rubbing your jaw.

You suddenly turned to him, dropping your voice to a low, gravelly mumble.

“Yo, Top. Lemme hold a cig.”

Rafe fell off the bed.

“NAH, YOU’RE DONE,” he howled, clutching his stomach.

You smirked. “Oh, but I’m not done.”

Rafe barely had time to recover before you leaned in close, practically climbing onto his lap, tilting your head with a cocky smirk.

“Yeah, I bet you like that, huh, baby?” you purred, dragging a finger down his chest. “Bet you wanna be mine so bad.”

Rafe gasped.

“YO, OKAY—”

You grabbed his chin. “Tell me I’m your king, baby.”

Rafe lost it.

“STOP, STOP, I SURRENDER,” he cried, pushing your face away while laughing his ass off.

You sat back, victorious. “That’s what I thought.”

Rafe shook his head, trying to breathe. “Nah, that was too accurate. I need to reevaluate my life.”

You smirked, leaning over him. “It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, patting his chest. “You’re just a little dramatic.”

Rafe groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “I fucking hate you.”

“Nooo, you love me.”

Rafe peeked at you through his fingers, grinning. “Yeah, I do"