Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F i f t y - T h r e e

Y/n's POV:

After finishing up, Rafe takes the plates inside and tells me to go inside as well, however I quickly slip in the living room, as I snatched the remote and clicked on the first music programme that I saw, 'Home' By Edward Sharpe and Tmz, started playing, Rafe glared at me, frowning, I giggle with glee and blast outside,

'Y/n-fuck-' I hear hm mumble as he scatters the dishes and paces after me,

Distant buzz of the melody was still distinguishable as I heard him recite after me,

Sand felt so smooth against my feet, I suddenly stopped, as Rafe glanced at me, totally perplexed,

'Y/n-what the fuck-don't do this ever again-'

Before he could finish, I placed my hands over his cheeks and places my lips over his, he responded immediately, placing his hands over my back and pushing me closer as his other hand caressed my cheek,

I am not sure what it was, a sudden surge of adrenaline, something not so spontaneous, but something to commemorate later on,

I let go, our eyes remain on each other, he searches for answers, his thumb stroking my cheek leisurely,

'We're leaving tomorrow and I'm not sure when we'll have time to visits this place again, but thank you, for taking me here, and for not murdering me...' I mumble as he tips my chin,

'I've still got time, you know.' He responds, chuckling,

I smile and clasp his shoulders,

I begin to swing my hips slowly, insinuating for him to accompany me, he shakes his head,

'No, I am not dancing Y/n...' He says sternly,

'Oh come on...please?' I mutter, bobbing my head in synch of the melody,

'No.' He says, standing there, his eyes lingering over me, I can see a faint smile, disguised by his overly I-am-not-dancing-because-I-am-so-tough-fear-me face...

He then tuts and placing his had over my waist, he pushes me closer,

His other hand lies on the back of my head as I press my head against his chest, my ands wrapping around his back,

We slowly sway against the soft notes, I can feel his cologne and aftershave as he places his chin on-top of my head,

He's trying to appear reluctant and hesitant about swaying slowly whilst the stars twinkle above us and whilst the waves scatter in distance, however I know that he's enjoying it...

'I despise you...' He mutters as I chuckle,

'Murder me then...' I respond sarcastically,

'Yeah, you better sleep with your eyes open tonight.' He says as I smile against his chest...

—-

Rafe was tidying up the kitchen, I was quite startled once he insisted that he will clean it up, maybe he's not such a spoiled-brat...? No, he still is...

I balance my elbows against the back of the sofa, examining him as he places the dishes in the dishwasher,

'I can feel you staring darling.' He announces, smirking,

'You're interesting to stare at.' I murmur,

'Am I now?' He rhetorically responds, finishing up and stepping closer to me,

He's already much taller than me, but comparing him and me when I am sat and he's not, he's even huger,

He clasps my chin, looking down at me whilst rubbing his thumb against my skin, he tilts his head with a smirk whilst examining me,

'If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have to fix the sofa as well...' He says, as he keeps caressing my chin,

He bends lower and presses me against the sofa, leaning in himself...

—-

The next day, once it was already afternoon, I began to pack our bags in order for us to have a free evening, however it didn't start off with lovely banter, we were arguing, yelling even,

'Oh don't even fucking start!' I yell, trying to walk away, however he grasps my wrist, tightly...

'Where do you think you're going huh? Now you'll have to finish what you started.' He says,

'We'll be late-'

'I don't fucking care, if you think that you can just act like an ungrateful brat and walk away, you're wrong, I am going to fuck that attitude out of you,' He says, he's serious, terrifyingly serious, his jaw is clenched and perspiration glinting against his face, he's tense, hair unruly and veins emphasised, 'and I'll do it right now, we'll solve this here.' He demands, scooping me over his shoulder and taking me upstairs,

'Rafe-' I mutter as he swats me on my arse,

'You really want to be fucked like a slut, don't you?' He asks, as I feel how tense he is, he is dead-serious and it's concerning, 'I'll show you what happens when you are acting like a brat Y/n.'