it wasnβt just how your flimsy skirt rose up by the wind to show your panties at a party on a lonely dark friday night, giving him freedom to explore his perverted mind just from that little dose of cleavage nor was it the way you walked away after you guys have a little petty dispute in a hallway to leave him stew in annoyance because you always got the last word. he sickeningly loved it, in fact, he had an obsession.
topper thought he had some brotherhood with rafe, but that never held weight when it came to you. nothinβ did. especially not when rafe had to shift in his seat and adjust his pants or sit a pillow across his lap the second you walked into the room.
the dynamic between you two was simple, or so he wishes to put it as, he had control, you listened. but you swatted him off which drew him crazy. which consisted of an admirable eye roll and a quick toss of the shoulder. his eyes meeting the situation of her walking away after he gets his tone off with you. that defiance got under his skin more than anything which sent an instant sigh out his nose.
forwarding to present, you were sat on topperβs lap like a bratty little bitch. you were in those little moods topper would complain about to rafe about, normally rafe would say something involving topper to do something sexual to his girlfriend as a way to βsort his bitch outβ but it was you, he wanted you pure from any of his friends.
rafe knew topper couldnβt handle you, topper just gave you money for you to shut up, he never bit back like rafe knew he would. rafe manspreaded and adjusted.