Rafe was a player, he was hot. Everyone knew he was, and so did he. Rafe would sleep with everyone he could, he loved feeling wanted. Last night was no different he was at the bar, usually, he looked for a dumb, ditzy, blonde who had strayed away from her friends. He would take them home and by the morning he was gone.

But last night he had found you, you weren't a bimbo like his type. Normally he would buy them a drink, give them a few lingering stares and they would be putty in his hands. You took more work than that, rafe liked it. hard to get. A fun game to play.

He had managed to convince you to let him back into your apartment, you both had done ‘it’ and spent the rest of the night lying in your bed together, legs entwined under the covers. Morning came, the sun shining through the blinds. Rafe woke up Turing you to make sure you're still sleeping so he could sneak out with no consequences. As he pulled his jeans up you started to stir.

Your eyes stared up at him confused, watching him run around your room trying to find his scattered clothes, He finally noticed you, taking damage control to stop you from asking questions. “Hey, don't worry. M’ just gonna get us some…food okay?” he lied, his hand comfortably caressing your cheek. You nodded turning back over.

Rafe drove away in his truck with a sensation of guilt taking over him. Finally, rafe couldn't take it anymore, so he turned the car around pulling into the nearest drive-thru. So now rafe Cameron was at your door with two coffees in hand and a breakfast muffin. He had broken every single rule he has, but you were worth it. For some unknown reason.