You and Rafe lay in bed together, the moonlight gleams through the curtains of your room, his hands on your hips as his lips move softly against your lips with need.

This was normal - for the most part. Your relationship has been complicated, to say the least. Always sneaking around your friends and parents. When you two were out in public, it was like you never knew each other, but when alone, oh, it was amazing

You guys released all the affection you were longing to every time you were alone. Cuddling, make-out sessions, and even further stuff occasionally.

You obviously didn't like your relationship with him being a secret, but nights like these make up for the frustration. When you have arguments with him about your relationship not being a secret anymore, he would always reassure you with words that made you forget what you were even angry about,

Honey, hell is when I fight with you..

Afterwards, his hands moved all over your body, like you were the only thing that mattered to him. His friends were over this time, just downstairs probably getting blackout drunk. Yes, the door was locked, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being caught.

"R-rafe.. what if we get caught?" You breathe out as his lips kiss your neck.

He raises his head slightly, murmuring against your neck,

"Then we get caught."