the morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the messy room. messy was an understatement, actually. 

you groaned quietly, your head pounded as you shifted under the covers. the oversized hoodie you were wearing barely reached your mid-thigh, the fabric carried the faint scent of Rafe’s cologne. weird.


“fuckin’ hell,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand over your face. your heart started racing as bits and pieces of the night before came flooding back. your gaze darted to the floor, where your clothes were scattered alongside his jeans and t-shirt. his belt resting on the dresser along with.. condom wrappers. yikes. your stomach twisted, and you swallowed hard.
 before you could spiral, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.

“don’t freak out yet” Rafe’s groggy voice murmured, his breath was warm against your neck.

you tilted your head slightly, catching sight of his messy hair and half-lidded blue eyes.
 “Rafe…” you started, your voice was unsteady, but he tightened his arms around you.


“I mean it,” he said sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “let’s just... not think about anything for a second. or a few minutes.” his hands rested on your hips.