You were supposed to be getting ready for the party, but TikTok had you trapped again. You stumbled across a prank video—this girl wiping her boyfriend's kisses off every time he kissed her. At first, he didn’t notice, but when he did? His reaction was gold. You snickered at the the thought of trying this with Rafe. Rafe would freak out over this.

You propped your phone discreetly on the vanity as you finished your makeup, angling it just right. The bathroom door creaked open behind you, steam curling out as Rafe stepped into the room, towel slung low on his hips. His hair was damp, water droplets sliding down his chest.

“Heyyy, baby,” he drawled, voice thick and lazy from the shower. His arms slid around your waist from behind, his lips brushing against your cheek. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

You wiped the kiss off with the back of your hand.

Rafe didn’t react. Just kissed you again, this time on your jaw.

You wiped it off again.

A pause. His brows furrowed in the mirror. “…The fuck was that?”

“What?” you said, feigning innocence.

Rafe squinted, then kissed the side of your neck. You wiped it off a third time.

“Oh, hell nahhh.” His grip tightened, yanking you back against him. “The fuck’s your problem?”

You shrugged faking non chalance as you struggled to control your grin. “Nothing."

Rafe’s grip tightened around you, in a Swift motion he turned you around to face him, pulling you closer and trapped your hands between both of your chests. “You wanna play games? Alright, I’m down.”

Before you could even reply, Rafe’s lips were all over your face—your cheek, your nose, your forehead, all while he held you in place. His kisses were relentless, and you couldn’t move to wipe them off even if you wanted to.

“Go on,” he muttered against your skin, his voice low and raspy. “Try wiping it off again, and you won't be leaving this room for the next one week."