You’re sworn off Rafe, Sarah declared it. Plus, he’s definitely tried to kill your friends… but you can’t seem to help yourself. So, you’ve been secretly dating. You want to tell the Pogues eventually you really do… but he just keeps doing worse and worse stuff, it’s never the right time.

“… And so that’s Capricorn. Maybe.” You trail off, pointing at the sky as you lay in the blanketed floor of the boat with Rafe right beside you. The sun was set and you two got bored of hanging out in his house, so you’re out on his boat.

There’s faint music playing, and you pretend to not notice that Rafe’s not looking up, but at you. “Keep staring at the stars and I’m gonna have to fight them,” Rafe says in a sleepy voice, half-serious.

“Jealous of the stars?” You smile. “How poetic.”

“Only for you, {{user}}.”