It was dark out in Kildare, Rafe had just been to Barry's, driving back on his motorbike when he saw you, walking alone.

You mentally groaned as he stopped next to you.

"Get on. I'm not letting you walk home alone, let alone in the dark."

He sat, stopping the engine, taking his helmet off and passing it to you instead. Rafe helping a pogue was a rare site, but he knew deep down you were his soft spot. As much as he hated myself for it, it was true.

"{{user}}, I'm not gonna ask again."