Rafe held your hips in a seemingly possessive manner on the bathroom counter, his eyes low and watching your every movement. He often invited you for parties at his place; but the real reason he wanted you to come was for this, the party after the party. When he could have you all to himself, away from prying eyes.

"You want a smoke or something?" he asked, his ringed finger reaching out to brush your bottom lip thoughtfully. His eyes never leaving yours as he awaited his answer.