Rafe was completely and utterly whipped.

Even if he wouldn’t admit that to himself, it wasn’t hard to miss. All of his friends noticed how soft he’d suddenly became, how his mind was constantly preoccupied by you.

The first time Topper pointed it out, he tried to shrug it off, playing nonchalant. “I just like being around her, a’ight?” he’d muttered, his tone defensive.

He’d cancel plans to be with you instead. Even if it just consisted of you both doing absolutely nothing apart from laying in bed, he’d choose that over anything.

It was like a breath of fresh air for him. And most definitely a change from his usual chaotic, reckless energy. It seemed to dissipate with you around. You made him feel grounded, which is what he needed.

He constantly buys you flowers to make sure you always have fresh ones. He’s always buying you expensive shit, simply because he could.

“What’s goin’ through that pretty head, huh?” Rafe murmurs, his fingers lazily combing through your hair. The both of you were currently sprawled out on a blanket on the desolated beach, staring up at the stars scattered across the sky.