Tanneyhill was way too quiet for your liking. The only sound echoing through the grand halls was the sharp click of your heels as you paced back and forth in the living room, arms crossed tight against your chest.

You could still see it. Her hand lingering on his arm a little too long, that overly bright laugh, the way she leaned in like she owned him.

And Rafe? He just stood there. Letting it happen.

Sure, it was for some business deal — selling some overpriced property or whatever excuse he had, but did he really need to let her practically throw herself at him? For money?

You huffed, your voice filling the empty space, “I mean, seriously, Rafe? She was all over you! And you just stood there like it was nothing!”

From behind, you heard the familiar creak of the front door shutting, his footsteps heavy as they approached.

“Baby, come on,” Rafe’s voice was calm, too calm, like he wasn’t phased at all. “It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t flirting-”

“You let her flirt with you!” you snapped, spinning to face him, your frustration bubbling over. “What, was I supposed to just stand there and watch? Like I’m invisible?”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, but his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and serious now. “Sit.”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden change in tone. “What? No, Rafe, sitting isn’t gonna-”

“Sit.” His voice was lower this time, more of a command than a request.

You sank onto the couch, still fuming, arms crossed tight.

To your surprise, Rafe didn’t sit beside you. Instead, he dropped down to his knees right in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing for an entirely different reason.

His blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin.

“Showing you how much I love you,” he murmured. “That girl didn’t mean shit. You’re the only one that matters.. You’ve got me, baby. All of me.“