Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r E i g h t y - S e v e n

Y/n's POV:

The weather was raging through the window sills, the sudden surge of rain trickled the glass, distant buzz of thunder rumbled as we al sat collectively in the drawing room, clad in blankets as I made some tea,

Rafe was too conceited, as he claimed that he does not require a blanket, sometimes it tough with him,

We all plunged together, Rafe was sternly pushing me closer to him, as eventually, I was in-between his legs, his hands wrapped around me as Sophia was beside Wheezie who zealously decided to join us,

I was oblivious to what was written on the board attached to my head, however I could see Wheezie having 'garden' on hers, Sophia had 'rainbow' and Rafe...well, he had 'compartmentalisation' on his, we all giggled after reading his as he looked at us, frowning,

'What did you write?' He asks, looking at me,

I let out a chuckle of pure glee and glance at him,

'Nothing much.' I respond, he nods and clenches his jaw, looking at the word written on my board and back at me...

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After a while, Wheezie guessed hers as we Sophia was meddling closer and closer,

'So it's colourful?' She asks as we all agree,

'A rainbow?'

We all clap collectively as I notice a foam of smoke exiting tumultuously through the lid,

'Oh-' I mumble, getting up rapidly, however I hear a low grunt from Rafe once I get up, he pulls me back in, groaning against my ear,

'Give me a minute.' He utters,

'But spaghetti-'

'Y/n, those bloody spaghetti can wait.' He mumbles, we continue for a little bit longer as I look at him,

'Can I go? I'll be quick...' I reassure, he budges and eventually lets me as I prance towards the pot, preventing it to overflow, I mean, I already set an advance timer of five minutes earlier than actually required, so now I am assured that they are ready,

Finishing up, I set pasta to cool off for a bit whilst joining back the game, Rafe's legs are bifurcated apart, I sit in-between them as he groans lowly once again,

'Y/n, you're killing me.' He utters, clinging his hands around my hips beneath the blanket as I gulp, looking at the girls who seem to have been distracted in their own conversation, not even noticing us,

They have stepped aside a little bit, leaving me and Rafe on the sofa,

'We have to eat and then put Sophia to sleep, that's it.' I mutter, looking directly at them, making sure that they cannot hear us,

They trudge back, giggling at something as I smile at them,

'Ready to continue?' Sophia asks as Rafe sighs against my shoulder,

'Yeah-sure...' I respond...

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After a while, I managed to guess my word that was "closure", took me a while, as Rafe was narrowing his eyes, inspecting me,

"Is it in English?" He asks,

"Yes." We respond as he sighs,

"Oh for God's sake, I don't know?" He states,

"Already, an innuendo, it's a term consisting of a synonym for organising," I muse, he nods and looks away,

"Do you think I'm an architect-structure, categorise, construct?"

"Close."

"Two more times." Wheezie says,

"Oh now you're the one to speak with your "garden." Rafe mutters, rolling his eyes,

"Do you want me to tell you?" I ask, he looks at me, smirking he shakes his head as he takes off the board, placing it face down on the sofa,

"It's alright," He says, "let's go, the dinner is almost ready."

The girls pace towards the table, however I feel Rafe holding me back, he bends lower towards my ear and whispers tentatively,

"I'll just fuck you so hard that you won't be able to even say it yourself."

I swallow the thick lump that forms in my throat and glimpse at him,

He smirks and wraps his hand around my waist, leading me towards the kitchen,

The girls have already gathered around the table, cutlery in their hands as Rafe brushes his fingers against me, kissing me at the side of my head,

"It smells so good!" Sophia announces as Rafe smiles,

"Yes it does, doesn't it love?" He asks, looking at me as I clear my throat,

"Yes-I reckon."

Whilst I prepare the food on the plates,

He steps beside me, his head resting on the crook of my head,

"Am I making you nervous darling, or is it the vegetables again?" He asks, inclining one the time I excused his seductiveness by the veggies,

I look at him, baffled, he smiles and kisses my cheek,

"It does smell good, I'm looking forward for my dessert, princess." He whispers...

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