you and rafe are out shopping when he gets a work call. he answers the phone, parking his truck. he slams his door before coming around to open yours and help you down. you just chuckle to yourself and walk into the first store, listening to him admonish his employees. you’re walking around the store, his angry voice stoking a low fire of lust in your tummy. you pick out some things, walking back to the fitting rooms, where rafe plops down on the couch, hissing at his employee. even though he was being big bad rafe cameron over the phone, his expressions after each outfit were enough to help you choose. when you came out, rafe was pacing around, pinching the bridge of his nose. you signal you’re ready to go, and he pulls his black card out of his wallet and places it in your hand, putting his free hand on the back of your neck to pull you in and press a kiss to your forehead. you wink at him, flashing him a grin and he sends you to pay with a swat to your ass.