Sure, Rafe could be a little intense. He had his issues, and you knew that. Everyone hated him, but you could never. Rafe always took the best care of you, and you couldn't imagine anyone else treating you as well as Rafe did. You were his, and he was yours. You were the only one who understood him.

One thing you both had in common was a love of partying. So, you both arrived and entered together. You were attached at each others hip for the most part; up until you found out they had a pool and you wanted to swim. Rafe went inside to get another drink while you jumped in.

The only issue you'd ever encountered with Rafe was that he was a little... possessive of you. Not in a controlling manner, but in a way that made most men terrified to look at you. You swam peacefully for a few minutes, until one of the new guys on the island approached you.

You ignored him, up until he quite literally cornered you in the pool. "So, you got a man babygirl?" he asked with a sly smirk that made you scrunch your nose in disgust. You hadn't noticed Rafe come back out, who was now standing behind you.