Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r E i g h t y - F o u r

Y/n's POV:

Walking through the threshold, Rafe drops keys on the counter as he takes off my coat, hooking it up,

He then leads me towards the kitchen, as we see Wheezie sitting at the table, pen in her hands, she sighs and looks up at us,

'What are you doing?' Rafe asks, stepping closer as he peeks at her sheet,

'Maths....' She responds, seemingly hopeless, Rafe smirks and leaning over, he reads the equation, he opens one hand, indicating for me to step beside him, as I do so,

He wraps his hand over me and continues to read the equation,

He's so concentrated, his full heed on the paper...

'It's easy-'

'Grade five question?' I continue his sentence, inclining on the time he remarked me in New York after seeing on the way I struggled with maths,

He smirks and rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek,

'Grade six.' He responds, is he saying that my maths skills are worse than grade six?

He then takes the pen in his other hand and begins to tutor Wheezie,

'Multiply six and eight.' He demands,

'Forty-eight...' She responds, Rafe smirks and looks at me, oh come on, I'm not that bad...

After a while, they finish up whilst I simply stand there and nod, pretending that I understand what they are doing,

'I've also got history...' Wheezie announces as Rafe straightens his back and sighs,

'Show me.' He says, exhaling and looking at the article that needs to be analysed,

'Mhm...' He utters, reading the extract, tilting his head,

'What the hell is this?' He asks,

'Year ten-sixty six...' She responds,

I lean over and read it as well,

'I've never heard of this.' He says after reading the article 'google or something...' He finishes up,

'Fine...' She responds, however before she could, I bend lower,

'Are you talking about Normans?' I ask, she nods,

'It's the battle of Hastings right?' I ask as she nods once again, 'alright...'

Me and Rafe have swapped places, his hand still wrapped around me as I read the extract,

'So, it's not entirely proven on the way Godwinson passed away, but we can theorise that it was either the work of archery, or the assassination...' I begin, pointing at the first question, I feel Rafe tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, as it was constantly falling over,

I take a bobble and tie my hair up, leaning over, I begin to analyse the text and rede Wheezie over it,

I can feel Rafe's eyes on me, not looking away, as I glimpse quickly and see him looking in awe, I feel my cheeks heating up as I turn away, continuing with the extract...

I feel him hunching over,

'You look so beautiful when thinking...can't wait to get you in bed.' He whispers, sending a range of shivers down my back as I clear my throat, hearing him smirk at my attempts to suppress it...

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Finishing up, Wheezie thanks us and goes upstairs, Rafe wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, his eyes filled with lust as he inspects me,

He places his hand over my cheek,

'We have to take care of Sophie tomorrow...' I say, reminding on the way my friend pleaded us to take care of her child, Rafe sighs and places his head in the crook of my head,

'I was hoping that we would have a whole day to ourselves...just us...' He responds as I place my hands on his back,

'We are moving in Sunday, we will have a whole flat to ourselves, whole life...' I respond as he chuckles against my neck,

'The things I'll show you there Y/n...' He whispers, kissing my neck slowly, groaning my name...

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After finishing up with brushing our teeth, I crawl up in bed as Rafe exits the bathroom after me, topless, revealing his scar and his toned abs,

He walks towards the light switch, turning it off, leaving only the lamps on our bedside tables,

He paces towards the bed, looking at me, his lips crippling in a smirk, however he leaves the lamps on,

'You won't turn them off?' I ask as he grins,

'I said we are going to bed princess, not to sleep, and I want to see you...' He responds, hovering on the bed, opening my legs apart...

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