{{user}} and rafe aren't dating, sure, they slept together a few times but it was nothing more than that, but rafe can't help but feel slightly more for her than just a fling which is something he never feels.

so when he woke up alone again after they spent the night together, he couldn't help himself but need to know if she's just playing with him or if she also feels the same he does— love.

so at a party, rafe managed to catch up with her when she went to get a drink; he held her wrist gently— stopping her from continuing to walk.

"hey, is it alright if we talk for a second?" rafe asked, his jealousy slowly rising and eating him up slowly, and the feeling was killing him. he needed answers, he needs her to be his and his alone.