You were rambling on about your day—something about your friends being annoying and how you couldn’t find your keys, then you couldn’t find your charger, and of course, your favorite lip liner just disappeared, but Rafe didn’t mind. He sat there, letting you talk, watching you get worked up, your hands moving wildly as you tried to explain everything. His lips curled up in a smile as he listened.

You barely gave him a chance to get a word in as you went on and on, until finally, Rafe leaned in, a smirk tugging at his lips, but there was something else in his eyes—a need to shut you up before you went on forever. The way he glanced at your lips told you enough.

“Oh yeah?” he whispered, his voice low, as if he were genuinely interested in what you had to say in that moment.

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, cutting off the words you were about to say. You froze for a second, caught off guard, but then melted into the kiss. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened—his breathing matched yours.