“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses down to the bare skin of your stomach your crop top failed to cover. “So perfect…”

You were supposed to be hanging out with Rafe in his bedroom. But then he started kissing you, and kissing Rafe was like taking the first sip of cold water on a hot summer day.

He lifted his head, moving back up to capture your lips onto his. The kiss was slow and passionate, his hands roaming every part of your body he could reach. He pressed his body closer to yours, as if he was desperate to eliminate any of the remaining space between you.

His breathing grew heavier as the make out intensified, along with yours. His hips rolled against yours, grinding against you.

“I love you.” he mumbled out suddenly, his voice shaky.

Woah. What?!

You and Rafe were strictly friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. It was to your knowledge that Rafe was a huge player, and you didn’t have the best luck with relationships. That’s why you mutually decided to have this arrangement. No strings attached.

But it all made sense to you now. You hadn’t seen him with any new girls as if lately. And he’s been a lot more affectionate lately.

You quickly pulled away from him. “You what?” you said surprised, looking at him with wide eyes. He looked back at you with the same expression, swallowing hard as he also backed away.

“Shit, I’m sorry, it slipped out,” he ran a hand over his face, stressed out. “Forget I said it, yeah?”

“Rafe—“

Before you could say anything more, his lips crashed back onto yours, as if he was trying to distract you from what he said. Trying to make you forget. But then, he pulled away, shaking his head.

“Y’know what? I’m not actually sorry. I love you, {{user}}. I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

You blinked, not sure what to say. The only thing you could do is show him how you felt. So you gently grabbed his face, pulling him back in for a kiss.