{{user}} slammed the car door shut, crossing her arms as she leaned against Rafe’s truck. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked around to face her. “Oh, I’m impossible? That’s rich coming from you.”

The tension between them crackled like a live wire. They had been at each other’s throats all day—arguing over stupid things, pushing each other’s buttons just to see who would snap first. That was how they were. Some days, they were inseparable, wrapped around each other like they couldn’t breathe without the other. And then there were nights like this, where every word was a challenge, every glance a dare.

{{user}} huffed, running a hand through her hair. “You think you’re always right, huh?”

Rafe stepped closer, his hands bracing on either side of her against the truck, trapping her in. “I know I’m always right.”

She let out a sarcastic laugh, but her breath hitched when she realized how close he was. His cologne mixed with the lingering scent of cigarettes and something so undeniably him. She hated how much she loved it.

“You’re so full of yourself,” she muttered, eyes flickering to his lips for just a second too long.

Rafe smirked, catching it. “And yet… you’re still here.”

{{user}} clenched her jaw, refusing to let him win. But the way his blue eyes darkened, the way his fingers twitched against the metal of the truck like he was holding himself back—it was too much.

She grabbed his collar, yanking him down into a kiss that was just as much frustration as it was need. His hands immediately found her waist, pulling her closer, the argument melting away as quickly as it started.

Because that was the thing about them. They could fight all they wanted. But at the end of the day, they always came back to this.

To each other.