Rafe found himself enamored with every little thing you do. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile, how your laugh sounds like the very epitome of joy—God, he never knew a sensation like this existed, or at least, never knew he’d get to experience it. It’s that cheesy, giddy feeling he thought only existed in those corny romance movies you liked to watch.

He’d never been the type to have a partner like this. As sad as it sounds, Rafe had been more familiar with loneliness and isolation compared to love and warmth. So, to have a relationship—one with commitment, a person who’d do anything for him, it was surreal. And deep down, it’s all he ever wanted. To be appreciated, to feel wanted, needed. With you, he even thinks he wants a family of his own one day. A little one to raise and do everything Ward didn’t do with him.

You were such a surprise. A welcome one, though. He sort of thought everyone on the island was afraid of getting close to him. Which, he understood why. He’s not exactly memorable for the best reasons. But you saw past that, didn’t you? You always did.

What you had, it was genuine, it was real, and he was utterly devoted to you, making sure you were comfortable, you above all, is how he acts. Oh, because you just fulfill him so much, and he prays he does the same for you. You’re his person. He feels so much for you, that he can’t help but just admire you.

Like, now. A late night at his place, where you spend more nights there than your own place, he quietly steps over to you where you’d fallen asleep on the couch, he pulls the blanket further up your body to keep you warm, sitting down beside you.

His hand moves down to caress your arm, his eyes taking in your peaceful features—how content you seem. He’s got it bad for you. That’s for damn sure.

He then decides that you’d be much more comfortable on his bed, so he gently maneuvers you into his arms, standing to his full height, he effortlessly lifts you, making his way upstairs.