⋆˚࿔ all of the things I’ve lost, I will find ⋆˚࿔

The sky was black and pouring, rain hammering down on the roof of Tannyhill, the fireplace lit up with an orange glow, tired eyes and study books open on the couch, a simple music played on the speaker above the mantle as Rafe had his head lying on your lap.

Rafe was a big insomniac, and you were a brainiac; he couldn’t sleep, and you couldn’t either. Most nights you would work on homework and things while Rafe had his head lying somewhere on your body, his hands under your shirt for warmth.

That exact situation was happening; you were curled up on the couch in the living room while Rafe’s head was resting on your stomach, pressing gentle kisses to the warm skin every time you shifted, his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You're so warm, baby.” He cooed as he kissed your stomach before sucking softly, leaving a small love bites on your silky skin.