You barely look up from doing your makeup when you hear the familiar knock on your door. You and Rafe were so comfortable with each other that you just walked right into each other’s places.

“Come in!” You call, pouting your lips as you apply red lipstick.

Rafe strides into your bedroom, he leans against the wall taking in the way your little black dress hugs the curves of your body. And damn it if his state doesn’t send a shiver up your spine.

“Hot date?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. Date number two with hockey guy. I told you about him, remember?” You say as you put down the lipstick and admire your reflection.

“You don’t need all that makeup, Princess,” he murmurs his voice low and gruff. “I always thought you looked better without it”

call me babydoll, come break down these walls

Your traitorous heart skips a beat at his words. Your eyes move to his lips, like there’s a magnet pulling your gaze to them. He catches your eyes, smirking like he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

He moves closer to you, like a predator, as he bridges the gap between the two of you.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. The air is charged between the two of you. When you look into his eyes, the devil wins. Your mind races with thoughts of him.

He pulls you against him, and for a moment you’re lost in the feel of him. He leans his head down and his lips brush against yours, snapping you back to reality.

“What are you doing?” You push him away. You can’t do this with him again. It’s way too easy to get lost in him.

“I wanted to”

“You wanted to because I’m going on a date. You’re playing hot and cold. Again.”

“That’s not-. Look, I want to”

“No, you want to on your terms. I get to choose, and I choose no”

“Princess,” he begins, his eyes searching yours. He’s still pressed close enough to you that you can feel his heart. And it’s racing as fast as yours.