Typically, Rafe would be the one running out of relationships before they got serious. His head got big at the thought of suitors in the Outer Banks practically throwing themselves at the chance to get with him. He didn't know why you were making it so hard to run; he didn't know why you made it so hard to love you, either.

"You gotta go now, baby?"

Rafe's groggy voice sounded out quietly behind you as you prepared to dash after a typical hookup. He sat up slowly, the blanket falling down his bare chest to lightly land on his waist. He watched as you navigated the dim bedroom to get dressed, a hint of what you swore was a pout behind his lips.