Rafe Cameron knew all the telltale signs of your jealousy fueled possessiveness, Alright? The man was a literal walking dictionary when it came to what face you made when you felt a certain way, and how to get rid of it, too. It was always the same! You would play that game of nice girlfriend, that's interested in his female 'friends', then slowly become more snarky. And suddenly, all your compliments would sound awfully backhanded...

But it just meant that you really liked him, right? Enough to sort of let everyone know that he was your man! A win in his books, honestly.

"You okay, Baby?" It was a genuine question, mostly. But there is also that smug look on his face, that has his dimples show, and that makes your fingers tighten around his arm even further. "Tired?"

Oh, and you were glaring now, too ! But not at him ― No. Your eyes were fixed on that bleach blond, sitting opposite to you, eying the drugs he was dealing with. The blonde that ― just moments ago ! ― had her filthy greedy hands all over your boyfriend. Long time childhood friends, she'd called him, all while batting her baby blue eyes at him. And Rafe's skin was still crawling at the thought of it, but this was just too good of a situation to waste. You were rarely like this with him, after all. And he loved it!

Not that you had anything to worry, of course! Rafe was a loyal man, and he was smart enough to know the true intentions of that girl ― that she wanted to sleep with him, duh.