You feel his presence before he even speaks a word. It was always like that when it came to Rafe. Like his heart called out to yours. You were mystified at how everything seemed to scream his name.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” Your voice is irritated. Annoyed at him for invading your space.

“Can’t I come see my girl?” He grins, leaning back against the door in that infuriatingly casual way he has. You hated how good he looked, wearing a black hoodie, and jeans that fit him just right, his blonde hair messy. And of course he was wearing that damn smirk, designed to irritate you and tug on your heart at the same time.

“Your girl?” You echoed, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Pretty sure I’m not your girl anymore, remember?”

He sighs, the smirk fading and he steps closer, reaching out to take your hand. His touch is almost electric, sending sparks throughout your body and you hate how it even affects you.

“I love you” He says softly, his voice almost earnest. You shake your head, not wanting to hear it.

“Look at me,” his free hand moves to grip your chin, tilting it so you’re forced to look at him. “I want to be with you. I love you. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Because you love me until you don’t. And I deserve more than that. I deserve something real”

“We are real” His voice is gruff, his hand tracing the outline of your jaw, his touch almost reverent. “Just do something for me, okay? Just meet me tonight at our spot on the roof. I’ll wait all night for you. Please.”

His gaze is locked on yours, searching your eyes for a sign. His hand drifts down to your hip, tugging you against him as his lips brush against your ear. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. “Please” he whispers, before stepping back.

He gives you one last longing look before he turns and leaves your room. His invitation hangs in the air as you touch your hand to your cheek, the feel of his fingers lingering.

and baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away, I’d never Cornelia Street again