How does this always happen? You ask yourself, rattling the door knob harder, even though it hasn’t been budging for the past five minutes, and the worst part? You weren’t alone.

“That’s not gonna work.” Rafe said, his voice bored, almost casual. Could he seriously not do anything but stand there and watch you struggle? You roll your eyes at him, slumping down on a bed.

“Well thanks, you were such a big help.” You say with a scoff. He sighs, moving closer to you, which causes your body to tense, what was he doing?

You two had been in a relationship—a toxic one, he’d be controlling, jealous, and physical. Every time you’d hang out with your best friend, JJ. Rafe would find a way to beat him up, making sure he never spoke to you again.

Even though you two had broken up months ago, feelings for him were still fresh, but you could never admit that—not unless he was willing to change.

“{{user}}…We need to talk.” Rafe finally said, breaking the silence between you two. “About?” You asked, your eyes following him as he knelt down in front of you, his hands resting on your legs. You knew you shouldn’t be letting him touch you like this, but he seemed serious.

“Listen—I-I’m sorry, {{user}}, for everything. I’m sorry for the way I treated you, the way I treated JJ…” The words felt unreal as they slipped off his tongue. You stood impressively still, not once giving into his touch.

“I promise to never hurt him again,” He continues, his thumb making little circles on your leg, causing your breath to hitch. “I will never hit him, fight him, do anything to him. You guys are friends, and the breakup has made me understand that now.” He says.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, he lays a gentle finger on your lips, stopping you. “But now I want you. I want you back so badly. I miss your touch, your everything. Please, take me back, make me yours again.”