You’d had about enough. Standing with Sarah, in Topper’s kitchen, you’d been watching Rafe flirt with Sofia for the last half an hour. And while technically he wasn’t doing anything wrong, the two of you hadn’t defined your relationship, it was still making you feel far more jealous than you’d like. Maybe this is what you’d needed to realize that you really liked him.

It still didn’t feel good. He’d barely even looked your way since he’d arrived with her, and every time he touched her you had to fight against the urge to scream. You watched as she threw back her head, laughing at something he’d said. You turned to Sarah, rolling your eyes. Something in you snapped, and you leaned against Sarah, mocking her laugh loudly.

Rafe’s head snapped up when he heard you. He didn’t look at all impressed with you. He was looking at you like you were irritating.

“Childish” he says, loudly enough that you’ll hear him. You glare at him. You know he’s right, you were acting immature. But this was new to you. You were used to having all the attention on you.

He rolls his eyes at your reaction, still not amused by you. He leans down to say something to Sofia, and then he’s walking over to you, grabbing you roughly.

“Are you here to lecture me on how childish I am?” you purr. You can see how annoyed he is with you, but you’re just happy to have his hands on you. You’d wanted a reaction from him, and boy were you getting one.

He lets out a harsh sound of annoyance, his fingers grip your chin tightly. His blue eyes are dark, almost black as he looks at you. “Don’t be stupid”he practically growls the words. “I brought her tonight for the same reason you’re acting like a jealous brat right now. We’re both trying to piss each other off”

“Congrats, hun. You certainly succeeded in pissing me off. Round of applause for you” you snap, green eyes flashing.

He presses his body against yours, the proximity makes your heart pound. He’s so frustrating and infuriating, but he’s also so damn attractive. His hand slides up your neck slowly, until his fingers lightly wrap around your throat. It’s a possessive gesture, one that’s probably meant to be threatening, but does little to slow your racing heart. In fact, it has the opposite effect.

“You’re infuriating, you know that” he mutters, his thumb sliding along your bottom lip. An almost tender movement that stands in stark contrast to his tone.