Once again, you and Rafe in another futile fight. You have a good relationship, despite his outbursts of jealousy and your insecurity. He was a good and protective boyfriend, he was typical, you are his little princess and no one touches you, no one could touch you or would see him.

But I couldn't deny that there were futile and constant fights, today was no different. – but it crossed the line. – He reached another level of anger, something that was building up inside him and only got worse until he broke out. This was definitely triggering other things.

You were terrified, but you weren't the type of woman who stayed silent and lowered her head. – And that was the point. – he slapped you in the face and pushed you to the point of falling to the ground.

It was a shock, he had never touched you, not in that sense at least. And the fury was so great that he hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.

But he regretted it. You had been in the two of your rooms for a long time, lying on one side of the bed after a few hours of crying. It was clear, his frustration was clear, a total disappointment. Amid the dimness of the room and the clear, cut lights from the curtain, it was remarkable to feel his presence. – Of course, his men’s cologne. – He lies down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist when your back is turned, he fits his nose between your shoulder and your neck.

And he doesn't say anything, but you knew he regretted it. Her upset still existed, she didn't want his contact for now.