Rafe kicked at the sand on the playground as he made his way over to the seesaw. He did his best thinking at the old playground, it’s where he escaped to when he needed to get out of his head. But tonight, it looked like he wasn’t the only one who’d had the idea to come here. Because there you were, sitting on the seesaw a bottle of champagne dangling from your fingers.

“I don’t want to speak to you right now. I don’t want to speak to you right now” you muttered repeatedly, trying out different intonations, trying to nail the way your mother had sounded when she’d said it to you earlier. You took another gulp from the champagne bottle you’d stolen from your parents party as you’d left.

“Who don’t you want to speak to, Princess?” Rafe looked down at you with a smirk, before he made his way over to the other side of the old seesaw and sat down. You let out a grumble as it moved with his weight.

“Perfect. Like my night wasn’t already bad enough, here you are. The universe hates me” You groan and take another sip from the bottle. Of course your ex would show up here. You’d almost forgotten that he was the one who’d shown you this spot. That it had been the place he’d gone to think first. Kind of ironic that you’d end up here tonight, both of you on opposite sides of the seesaw teetering, like you so often teetered on your feelings for him.

“Oh come on, more like the universe is doing you a favour” Rafe counters, his eyes dancing with amusement. Seeing you had vastly improved his mood, it had given him a sense of purpose. He could be here for you, he could listen to whatever it was that had caused your face to be set in a permanent scowl.

Logically, you were the last thing he should have on his mind. The two of you weren’t good for each other. But he couldn’t ignore the familiar pull he felt when he was in your presence.

but I want you there sometimes