Rafe had spent most of the party pretending. Pretending he wanted to be there. Pretending to care about what Sofia was saying, to like the way she touched him. Pretending that he wasn’t really searching every face for yours, that he didn’t want the hands on him to be yours. Bourbon helped him keep up the pretence, but it wasn’t enough. His body was practically humming with need for you. Always you.

With a sigh, he pushes off from the wall, downing the last of his drink in one gulp. He ignores Sofia’s curious look, avoids her questions as he pushes through the crowd, leaving her behind. He’d seen a glimpse of your blonde hair moments ago, a flash of that pink dress that clung to your curves, clocked you heading up the stairs.

He takes the steps two at a time, shoving anyone who blocks his path. At the back of his mind he knows he shouldn’t be following after you, you’re there with another guy after all-Jeremy-, but he was never one to listen to his logical side. He was guided solely by his desires.

Most of the rooms upstairs have their doors wide open, filled with people mingling and drinking, except for the one. And he knows that’s where you are. He makes his way to the almost closed door and for some reason he can feel in his bones that you need him.

“Come on baby” he hears Jeremy slur. “You’re being a tease” Rafe can just make out Jeremy’s form on top of you. Can see the way you’re uncomfortably squirming underneath him, like you’re trying to get away and that’s it. He sees red.

He kicks the door fully open, charging into the room and yanking Jeremy off of you by the back of his shirt. He shoves him against the wall, pining him there, his arm pressed against the guy’s throat.

“You don’t touch her. Not ever” Rafe growls, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

“She’s my girlfriend and she was asking for-“ Jeremy doesn’t get a chance to finish that sentence. Rafe’s fist rears back and connects with Jeremy’s nose. He can hear the crack reverberate through the room, and he knows he’s broken the prick’s nose.

“Rafe!” You exclaim, scrambling off the bed to try and stop the fight. Rafe’s head snaps to look at you as he fists Jeremy’s shirt in his hand.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks his voice coldly calm. He doesn’t wait for your answer, he can’t he’s too consumed by the possessive fire you cause in him, that fire that’s telling him to make this loser pay. He lands another punch against Jeremy’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. He straddles him, chest heaving, his fist raised.

“If you so much as breathe in her direction again, I swear to god you’ll regret it”