To say that it came as no surprise to find Rafe parked in your driveway tonight, would be an understatement. He seemed to have a way of knowing your comings and goings. Knowing who you were talking to and seeing. So, of course he’d found out tonight had been your first date with Topper. And he was here to play the usual role of the jealous, possessive ex.

“I had a nice night, I’d like to keep it that way” you sigh, trying to push past him to get to your door, but of course he wouldn’t budge.

Rafe’s had clenched into a fist at your words, the thought of you having a nice time with someone else infuriating him. He could hear the quiet part of what you weren’t saying, the implied idea that he wasn’t a nice guy. You were basically saying that he wasn’t the complete opposite of Topper. He was chaos, he was drama. He was a hothead that would rather set the world on fire than take you on a boring date.

“Of course it was nice. Everything with Topper is nice. He’s the nice guy. Where did he take you?” His tone is mocking, and you can feel the anger coming off of him in waves.

“We went on his boat” you reply, your tone monotone. You’d learned long ago it was just easier to answer his questions.

“Boat. Of course. Why am I not surprised that he took you on his stupid boat?” His jaw clenched at the thought of you alone with Topper.

“So, is that it? Are we done here now?”

He knew it was stupid. He knew it would do nothing but annoy you and piss you off. But he was desperate and irrational and well past the point of giving a fuck. He gripped your shoulders, pinning you between his body and the front of his truck, pulling you so that your body was flush with his. He kept you there, preventing you from going anywhere.

“Yeah. We’re not done yet” It was clear from the way he said it that he wasn’t just referring to the conversation at hand. He meant that the two of you were not done period.