It was no secret that you were a hot mess lately. One bad breakup later and you were doing everything that you could to forget it. Nights spent out at bars, kissing strangers, waking up with your head pounding and sneaking out of strangers beds. It was so far removed from your normal behaviour, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

But Rafe cared. He hated watching you lose yourself. His eyes were on you tonight as you tossed back shot after shot, as you grinded up against strangers on the dance floor. He had to resist the urge to throw those guys against the wall. It was getting harder and harder for him to stand back and do nothing, as the girl he knew all but disappeared.

He sighed, his jaw clenching as he watched you stumble towards the bar exit. Shaking his head, he took off after you, pushing strangers out of his way as he tried not to lose sight of you. Luckily for him, you weren’t exactly walking in a straight line and your gait was slowed from all the tequila you’d consumed.

“Rafey!” You exclaim, your face lighting up when he comes up behind you, placing his large hand on your lower back to steady you.

“You have your grumpy face on” you observe, placing your hand against your head as a wave of nausea rolls through you, your knees buckle and you stumble.

“Whoa, easy princess” he wraps his arms around you, and in one smooth motion he lifts you up into his arms. He starts moving towards his truck, carrying you like you’re the most precious of cargo.

“Where are we going?” You ask, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. You peer up at him from under your thick lashes. You take advantage of your position in his arms to let your eyes roam over his body.

“I’m taking you home” He glances down at you as he approaches his truck. Even with your makeup smudged, and your hair a matted mess, he still thinks that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.