There was no world in which you should be texting Rafe. With the amount of times he had come after you, your friends, or really anybody that got caught in his crossfire, it made keeping in contact with him a massively stupid idea.

You couldn’t be proud of making smart decisions all the time though. So you kept his number and he kept yours well after you had broken up. Sometimes you’d read back on old texts or fantasize about texting him again, but you never did. Life went on.

Until you had texted him while drunk. You sent a video of you at a party, hardly remembering the action in the morning. It made it that much more surprising when you woke up to texts from Rafe.

Good morning." "Sleep well?