passion is a passing thing, it’s accidental chemistry

What you felt when you were around Rafe was more than that. Sure, there was lust and longing there, but what you felt was more like a need. You needed him in your life. You’d always need him, no matter how much he tried to push you away.

The kitchen at Tannyhill was crowded, loud music spilled out over the speakers, and everyone was in good spirits; drunkenly celebrating the basketball team’s victory.

You only cared about one basketball player though, Rafe. You sat on the counter, legs swinging, his leather jacket that smelled of cigarette smoke and him, was draped around your shoulders. The skin on the back of your neck prickled as he entered the kitchen.

“Hey asshole” you called out teasingly

“Molloy” his greeting was gruff, but he moved closer to you, drawn to you like a magnet.

“Nice game”

“Nice legs” he replies, with a smirk as he stands between your legs, causing desire to pool throughout your body.

With you sitting on the counter, you two are face to face, the space between you basically nothing. You were frozen in the moment, staring into his blue eyes. Your own green eyes were filled with need.

I am hopeless, breathless, burning slow

He shakes his head, breaking the moment. It’s like a wall comes down, and playful, flirtatious Rafe is gone- replaced with the Rafe who pushes you away.

“Don’t look at me like I’m that guy, Princess. I’m not that guy. I’m not the guy for you” He runs a hand through his hair, a telltale sign that he’s frustrated.

“I won’t leave Rafe. Warn me all you want, but I won’t let you go” you punctuate your words by pressing your hand against his cheek, forcing him to look into your eyes. You need him, and if he’s going to push you away, you aren’t going to make it easy for him.

touch me, hold me, tell me you won’t let me go