Was 48 hours enough to fall in love with someone? You found that thought running through your head as you sat up in Rafe’s bed. You could hear him closing cupboards and puttering around in the kitchen and it made you smile.

“Hey, can I do the girl thing and borrow one of your sweatshirts and not give it back? I’m cold” you call out as you slide out of the bed and move towards the closet.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me one minute” he calls back. But you don’t register his words, because you’ve already opened the closet door and you’re looking at another woman’s clothes. You close the door quickly in shock, stepping back you survey the room.

You tug open a dresser drawer, and what you see makes you sick to your stomach. There’s Rafe smiling back at you in a framed photo with a pretty brunette.

He clears his throat behind you, and you turn, a sad smile on your face as you hold up the photo to him. “So, where is she?” You ask softly.

“She’s in New York. But you have to listen to me” He moves towards you, not dropping your gaze, his hands move to rest on your hips but he stops himself; dropping them down to his sides.

“You have a girlfriend. A live in girlfriend. God, I’m an idiot”

“No, you’re not. Don’t say that. Look, there’s a lot you don’t know,” he runs a hand through his hair, as he tries to think of what he can say to make you listen. To make you stay. “I don’t want her. I want you”

“And what makes you think I want you? It’s ok, I’m okay. She can have you” you bite out. “I wondered if it would feel better to be the other girl, but it really doesn’t. It’s awful either way”

I don’t want him anyway, girl take him

“Aoife. Please. I had two days with you, and that wasn’t near enough. I want more. Please give me more time”

His eyes ran over your face, pleading with you to understand. He hated that you were the only person he’d ever felt at ease with, and you were about to walk out his door forever.

“I should have told you. I wanted to. But I was scared of this moment. Of how you’d look at me.”