The sky was clouded in silver and black; the stars twinkled down on you as you stood by the beach, waiting for Rafe. You were pissed; he had been avoiding you for a while, and your patience for the boy finally snapped. You threatened him to meet up with you, or he would be losing a very amazing body part. Dating the kook king, son of Ward Cameron, had always come with hardships and miscommunication, but this is where you drew the line: being ignored for days by someone that “loved” you.

Your body was strumming with annoyance and anger; your hands gripped the railing that blocked the beach off from the parking lot. You were beyond pissed; your attention was drawn away from the beach as you heard a car rumble to a stop behind you. You turned around and covered your eyes as the headlights blinded you. You grunted as the headlights shut off, and Rafe stared at you through his windshield; his expression was filled with guilt and longing.

You stormed towards his car and flung open the passenger seat door and sat down before the door slammed shut behind you. You turned towards Rafe, “I can’t believe you! I’ve been waiting to hear from you for days, Rafe!”

Rafe sighed and ran a hand through his shortened hair as he stared at you. “I know, I know, I’ve just been so busy, baby.” He said quietly, trying to make you believe him—he had been busy.

You shot him a glare as you went to open your mouth. Rafe crashed his lips against yours, silencing you—effectively. You let out a surprised moan as you kissed him back, your hands tangling into his short hair. Rafe’s teeth scraped against your lips, drawing blood as he kissed you, possessively.

“You need to learn to shut your mouth, princess.” He growled as he yanked you over the center console and onto his lap, one hand pushing the lever on the side of the car seat and shoving his seat back, giving you room, his lips attached back to yours, biting and sucking, drawing more blood from your lips.