This dinner was proving to be torture to get through. What should have been a fun dinner with friends, was growing increasingly uncomfortable. The secret you were carrying was growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment. It didn’t help that who you shared the secret with, was doing everything he could to torture you.

You sipped your glass of wine, trying to appear calm and not flustered. Beside you, Rafe was the picture of calm. Anyone looking at him would have no idea what he was doing underneath the table. You bite back a gasp, covering it with a cough, as his hand slowly slides up your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. You glare at him and he raises an eyebrow at you.

Pushing your chair back with a clatter, you stand up from the table. Sarah looks at you with a quizzical look on her face, likely wondering why you were acting so odd. Rafe just smirked.

“Just going to have a smoke!” You announce, hoping no one was going to call you out on the fact that you didn’t smoke. Before anyone can question you, you bolt from the table, heading towards the back door.

Before you step outside, you feel his body pressed up against you. With one swift movement, his hands on your hip spin you around to face him, and he uses his body to press you against the wall. His mouth is on your neck immediately, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin.

“Someone is going to see” you hiss at him, as his hand moves down your hip, teasing the edge of your skirt.

“Who cares” he murmurs against your skin. His breath fans over your skin, causing goosebumps. He lifts a hand, gently cupping your chin between his calloused fingers. His touch is gentle, despite his reputation for being anything but. He tilts your jaw up, making you look into his grey blue eyes.

“Let them see. You’re too worried about everyone else” He murmurs, leaning closer, closing any space between the two of you. He’s over keeping your relationship secret from everyone, because he’s never cared much for other’s opinions.