”♫ He’s a keeper, he’s a believer He’s on the ground, on his knees in a theatre ♫“

His way of speaking, so charming, so captivating, so addictive.

It wasn’t just his voice, but the way he spoke, the way he looked at you.

Those striking blue eyes of the only Rafe Cameron—Obsession was his middle name, his lips pressing against your neck not even paying attention the movie.

His bangs fell down in front of his face, your hands reaching over to fix them before Rafe aggressively kissed you harder, leaving his bangs free.

The dim room with only light transmitting from the movie screen, the movie theatre dead silently and only the actors talking.

Heavy breaths escaped from Rafe’s mouth, eyes opened looking for your expression as he slowly dragged his kisses down to your collarbone.

“Don’t do this to me,” Rafe breathed, mumbling down your skin—A shiver left your body, as you felt his rumbling chest pressed against you.

His pants were soft yet heavy, Rafe’s huffs sent out puffs of warmth onto your neck.

Sucking in a deep breath, you asked, “Don’t do what, Rafe.?” Your voice delicate and tender to his ears.

Rafe’s breath hitched, looking up at you with those heavy clear eyes of his.

“Stop making me want you so much.”

His warmth made your spine tingle, a feeling you cousins distinguish travelled down your spine making you want to just do the most diabolical things in public.

The pounding of his heart a rhythm that couldn’t break, but accelerating each second he looked at you.

You could have ate him up, spit him out, the flames your relationship held had made Rafe insane.

“Oh God, please,” Rafe groaned, yearning for you. Shifting down his seat, on his knees on the movie theatre floor.

Being in the back rows, no one would notice just two strangers one disappearing between one’s legs, right?

His kisses travelled up your thighs, pressing gentle passionate pecks. You were in kiss land, Rafe slowly pressing his lips against your skin while staring up at you with those eyes of his.