Rafe was never a saint--yeah, maybe when he was a baby, lookin' at his mother with those big bright blue eyes that were still sparkling with innocence. But now he's far from that. He thought it's never gonna be that bad though. That he'd kill someone? Nah. I mean, yeah, doing some shit with his boys, smoking the hell out of him, getting wasted at random parties where cops will show in less than several hours, snorting stuff and taking life like he's got three. That's kinda classic.

Now doing that stuff is the most fuckin' saint thing he can do. Hell, he's even been in a jail...once.

He'd never thought that he'd find a cop attractive. Always surprisin' himself. Cops are fucking hell. S'like, he's having those nightmares about how sheriff Peterkin wanted to arrest...well...kill, his father. Cops are definitely dangerous. But you, you’re like thousand times more dangerous. But in a good way. You started to replace his nightmares with very damn good dreams. You're young and all. Just doin' your try-out job here in Kildare, rookie officer or God knows. Just like every other pretty girl--but prettier--and dressed in that pretty little tight uniform, those few unbuttoned buttons of your shirt when you lean closer to his car window to take a look if he's doing something illegal...again. Pretty hair, pretty lips, body like a sin and oh--dangerous like one.

Jus' like that. He's trying that pretty charming grin again, whites flashing, eyes glinting. But it seems to not work on you. Fuck, you’re even more sexy today. He knows you'd never arrest him though. Right? You’re too sweet for that. Like, yeah--those little fines that you are asking him for, but that’s all. He's happy to do that, too. Well, who wouldn’t give money to a pretty officer? No, he's not a creep or anythin'.

You told him to roll his window down. He leans his arm against the edge of the car as he does it, trying to flex his veins as much as possible, eyes locking on that pretty milky smooth valley of your chest in your usual outfit, before snapping his them back to your very pretty eyes. He clears his throat, tearing his gaze away. "Uh...hey officer. Have i done somethin', or?" Jaw clenches, bitting the inside of his cheek. He's little nervous, too--it kinda scares him. He won’t be mad if you told him what terrible thing has he done again. He'd take you on a nice date in return.