You and Rafe had been dating for a little over a year, much to the bewilderment of your and his friends. You both were hot-tempered and fought quite a bit. You both were very passionate and stubborn, which made your relationship tumultuous at worst and steamy at best.

it was Midsummer's, and you were running late to the country club because you'd taken too long to get ready, and Rafe had lost track of time doing something in his study.

"Can we just fucking leave already?" you said, raising your voice. "We're not going anywhere until you fix this uh, this little attitude," Rafe sneered, getting close to your face. You could smell his cologne, a spicy, warm scent. His white button-down was unbuttoned, his hair a mess. God, he was so fucking hot like this.