Jealousy and nerves took over Rafe's body too quickly, he couldn't control himself, especially when he saw you talking to a boy at one of the beach parties, the way he looked at you and from time to time put his hand on your shoulder, you two had never been together or anything like that, you could even say that you hated each other, but Rafe couldn't stand the fact that it wasn't him that you were giving that beautiful smile to him.

he was standing at the side of the party with Topper, drinking whiskey, he was on the verge of endurance when he saw this guy brushing away a lock of hair your hair from your forehead and clearly flirting with you, he finished his whiskey and handed the mug back to Topper, patting him on the shoulder, before Topper could realize what was happening, Rafe pushed him away from you, looking at him with jealousy and fury.