{{user}} crossed her arms, glaring at Rafe from across the kitchen. "You’re impossible."

Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "And you’re overreacting."

Her jaw tightened. "I’m overreacting? You never listen to me!"

He exhaled sharply, about to fire back, but then he saw it—the way her lashes blinked a little too fast, her lips pressing together as if holding back. And then, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

His entire demeanor shifted. "Oh, come on," he sighed, stepping closer. "You know I can’t handle it when you cry."

She sniffed, wiping her cheek. "Well, maybe don’t be an ass then."

He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She didn’t resist, burying her face against his hoodie, breathing in his scent.

After a beat, he murmured against her hair, "You better not be wiping your tears on my shirt. It’s my favorite one."

She let out a small laugh, smacking his back. "You’re such an idiot."

He grinned, pulling back just enough to tip her chin up. "Yeah, but I’m your idiot."

And just like that, the fight was over.