You feel like you’ve spent most of the night looking for your boyfriend, and your irritation is only growing. There’s only really one last place to look. You move past friends in the hallway, smiling the perfect hostess smile at them as you try to choke down your worry. Breathing shakily, you swing open the door to your bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I should really learn to knock in case someone’s hooking up in my bed..” you start to back out of the bedroom, until your eyes better adjust to the dark. Then you clap a hand to your mouth. One half of the couple on the bed is your boyfriend, Shane.

You turn and run down the hallway, not at all watching where you’re going. You run smack into a wall of pure muscle, and feel hands reaching out to steady you.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Rafe asks, taking in the tears streaming down your face, and your half dressed ex stumbling towards you. It doesn’t take more than a second for him to put two and two together.

“I can explain” Shane pleads.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it” you snap.

Rafe glances between the two of you, he doesn’t like the way Shane is trying to force his way in between the two of you. And the fact this douche had the nerve to hurt you has him seeing red.

“You’re overreacting. You always do. It’s pathetic, really” Shane snaps. Realizing pleading isn’t getting him anywhere, he’s pivoted to the defensive. Deciding to lash out at you.

Rafe towers over your ex, a dangerous look in his eye. “Say that again, I dare you.”

Your ex puffs up his chest in response, clearly thinking he’s as intimidating as Rafe. Which is a hilarious notion. Rafe’s the kind of guy who breaks jaws for fun.

Rafe cracks his knuckles as he takes a step closer to Shane. He’s itching for a fight, his adrenaline coursing through him. There’s nothing he wants more than to knock out a few of the guy’s teeth. He wants to feel his fist connect with his jaw. He wants to teach him a harsh lesson.

“You’re going to regret making her cry,” he says, his voice a low menacing growl.