Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r N i n e t y - N i n e

Y/n's POV:

Whilst having the dinner, we discuss our future plans,

Rafe is fond about showing me the things I haven't seen,

Imaging our family, guaranteeing that everything will be the way I want it to be,

I assure that our decisions will be made collectively...

It feels odd, sitting here, talking and planning our future,

No,

It's not odd, it's actually comforting,

I feel comfortable with him...

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Driving home, I bring up the same question on whether we will go to that party,

'Fine, but I swear to God, if he pulls anything, I will tear him into pieces.' He threatens, inclining on Lewis and how much he despises him,

'He won't, I promise, he has his own life, and anyway, I'm with you.' I assure as he clocks his head aside,

'Either way, you know what will happen.' He comments, I nod and shuffle closer to him,

Tipping his chin towards me softly,

'I am yours Rafe, only yours.' I reassure as he nods,

'Of course you are.'

He then leans over and kisses me on the lips, murmuring my name against my lips...

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After informing Lewis that we will attend the party, he sounded...highly triumphant about it, I can understand that...

It would be tomorrow at nine, location will be sent out,

I was sitting in Rafe's lap with his shirt on as he played beautifully the notes of Vivaldi- 'Variation', whilst his lips softly caressed my shoulder,

The way his fingers glided effortlessly over the keyboards looked fascinating and quite hypnotic,

It was dark around us, the only source of light was the mantle piece with fire crinkling in it,

Soft flames illuminated the area,

Artificial lamps from the outside shined faintly through,

'Let's try the song I taught you earlier love.' He coveys, coordinating my fingers on the keys gently,

Pressing them with his own palm whilst his other hand played the chords beside my hand,

I distantly remember it, as I began to play the melody myself, he softly let go of my hand and wrapped it around my waist,

I giggled with glee as he smirked against my neck, kissing it slowly with a grin on his face,

'Good girl, you recessed a lot...' He whispered gently, not interrupting the symphony,

I smile and continue, however I get lost on one key, that one bloody key,

'It's alright...' He whispers, placing his fingers over mine yet again, locating my index finger on where it's supposed to be, 'right there...' He whispers,

I press it, and by that, I am able to recall the rest, he lets go again and wraps it back around my torso,

Nodding gently,

'That's right, good job.' He praises,

I glance through the window and notice that it's starting to rain,

Raindrops trickle down the window sills as we continue playing,

Fire crackling, rain crippling and the soft melody of a song that has now become a huge part of us is filling the room,

Rafe's soft lips against my skin as his fingers fondle on my waist,

Finishing up, Rafe bends behind me and presses the two keys, as he then moves my hand softly to the side of the piano and presses the final one with me, finishing the song entirely...

—-

The next day, Rafe had to do some work in his office, however he decided to stay with me in the apartment,

I was sitting on the sofa beside his desk, reading the book that he suggested and examining him time-by-time,

His eyes also laid on me, smirking,

'Staring is rude...' I comment as he chuckles,

'Not when it's yours.' He muses,

I snicker, closing the book, I step closer to him as he opens his arms, indicating for me to sit in his lap,

His hands wrap around me as he continues to type something in his laptop,

'Rafe...?'

'Mhm?' He hummus, kissing my shoulder in between the intervals of writing,

'Barry misses you.' I comment as he sighs,

'Oh please don't, for God's sake.' He exhales,

'He called.' I chuckle,

'What did he say?'

'That he misses you-'

'Well he'll have to manage that one himself.'

I giggle and kiss him on his cheek,

'Princess, I was thinking on whether you're alright with having a maid here?' He asks, gauging my response,

'Why would we need one?'

'She could make meals, tidy the apartment...' He suggests,

'Oh, I mean, if you want to, it's your choice-'

'Our choice, I was not certain, so I'm asking you princess, maybe it would make you feel better...' He explains,

'I'm not sure, I think it's rather necessary really...' I mutter as he nods and kisses my shoulder,

'Alright, no worries, no maids.'

I smile as he plants a kiss on my lips, continuing with his writing afterwards...

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