The storm clouds had been gathering overhead all afternoon, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the London sky opened up and started pouring on you and Rafe. You looked up at the sky with a grin, holding out your hands and letting the warm rain fall over your body. Rafe watched you with a grin on his face, shaking his head and sending droplets of water flying.

“Make a run for it?” He cocked his head at a nearby phone booth, and you nodded in agreement. He grabbed your hand causing goosebumps to form over your arms at the light touch. The two of you took off at a sprint, splashing through the street. You collapse into the phone booth, laughing as Rafe tugs the door closed behind you.

You’re suddenly very aware of how tight a space you’re in. Your body is pressed up tight against his, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He’s all hard muscle, the feel of him is intoxicating you. You’re both breathing heavy, shifting your bodies, trying to get comfortable.

it’s you babe

“Aoife” he drawls your name, breathing in your scent. Vanilla. It haunted him in his dreams, sometimes after hanging out with you he would sniff his shirt just to get another hit. He leaned in closer, until his lips were mere inches from yours. His hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.

and I could try to run but it would be useless

You look up at him thinking that there was no better sound than the way he said your name. There was no better feeling than his hands on you. And you wanted more. In that tiny, fogged up phone booth you became aware of the fact that you were falling in love with him.

“What is it, this thing between the two of us?” He asks you, his free hand moving down to grip your hip and tug you closer to him. Suddenly, there was no space between the two of you. All you saw, all you felt was him. He was in your blood, in your veins.

just one hit of you I know I’ll never, ever, ever be the same