You and Rafe had always been in a situationship. Right now, let’s just say it’s a little bit more aggressive than a normal conversation, an argument.

He pinned you against the wall, his veiny and tensing arms trapping you, inches between you. “You belong to me.” He stated.

You turned your head to the side, to avoid the sight of his tempting lips, you wanted.. He wanted to collide with yours. “You belong to me, doll.” He whispered against your ear, his hot breath crashing against you.