You’ve been on and off with Rafe for about a year. Your relationship has always been far from perfect, him being argumentative and doing the things he does, you being willing to fight back with him on things and always say your piece. You’re equally strong personalities, and sometimes that means flames fly.

He loves you though, in his very obsessive way. And he’s loyal, so loyal. Almost too loyal. Even when you guys aren’t together he’d never so much as touch another girl. You were it for him. The girl he’d marry, start a family with. The question was when, because as the years ticked by, you two never stopped with the bickering. You two were twenty now. Your friends were committing, settling down. And here you were, still screaming at eachother.

And this? It was just another example of that. You two are in his bedroom at Tanneyhill, his family’s estate. He’s furious with you simply because another guy flirted with you at a party— like you could control that. You were just trying to let the guy down slowly, and you were on the outs with Rafe anyways.

“I mean, are you fucking kidding me? Friday night we’re fucking, and then Saturday night your flirting with some Pogue asshole?!” Rafe yelled, getting up in your face.