The problem isn't that you didn't like it, oh you fucking enjoyed it. Instead, the problem is the fact that you were a squirmy person, barely able to keep your limbs still as he drives his cock in and out of your pussy rapidly.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his burning skin, only to let go and grip onto the sheets instead, not even knowing what to hold onto anymore. Your back arched, hips stuttering frantically in his hold, making his control on your hips movement a tad difficult, meanwhile your toes curled with your legs restless and your head thrown back over the pillow.

A moan escapes your throat, loud and desperate, "Fu- mm.. fuck!" You gasped, "S-so fast! I... I can't- please!" You pleaded with him, your shaky hands reaching for his wrists to try and pull them off your hips.

"You can, baby... I know you can..." Rafe assured you with ragged breath, his voice incredibly calm for someone who's raging cock is pounding into you, "Shit... stop moving, can you?"

He let out a grunt, patience growing thinner with each movement you made, which then led him to grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them up above your head on the pillow.

With your hands stuck on that position, you could only arch your back and move your legs as the tip of his cock kept on hitting all the right spots to make your toes curl even more. It might just be your favorite feeling in the whole wide world.

"Stop moving around, baby..." Rafe groaned, feeling your tits pressed against his chest due to how much you were arching your back, his ears filled with your desperate, mumbled, and frantic pleas. "I know, I know... You can take it, okay? Just... ah fuck..." He whispered, ragged breath and moans of his own filled your ears.

Yet now with only one hand on your hip, it was harder to guide them to move against his when your just kept on squirming and wriggling, so much that his dick managed to slip out once. Which to Rafe, once was plenty.

Rafe let out another groan, "Goddamnit!" He took his hands off your wrists– only to flip you over onto your stomach, hands guiding your hips to be lift up to provide him with your ass in the air, "Fuck... hold on, baby..." He cooed, as if as a silent apology.

As he thrusted back into you hard and deep, his hands held your wrists behind your back tightly, the slight grin on his face showed how he was assured that now you weren't gonna move as much. Not even gonna be loud, not with your flushed face pressed against the pillow, surely.

"Ra... Rafe..." You managed to moan against the pillow, eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool pooling onto the white pillow case. The position you were in had the least possibility to squirm around, only able to wiggle your fingers.

Rafe just kept on pounding into you, longing to feel those walls squeeze around him and hear the loudest and dirtiest moan leave your swollen lips, to know you were satisfied with the night just as much as he was. And while he's at it, he was still busy holding your wrists together, keeping your roaming hands still from clawing onto him.

A total punk. Smokey eyes with a glare that the island fear of. Messy hair that he'd find his fingers happily tangled in now and then. A sharp tongue with a set of teeth that not only bites but also chews. Sharp painted nails that people saw as claws.

They all said you're bad for him. But Rafe saw and heard none of that shit.

You meant the world to him, an angel in disguise to provide him warmth and protection.

Where people hear lies and curses, he hears words of love whispered into his ears that made his cheeks turned crimson red.

Where people see the bad in you, he was enamoured by the absolute goodness in you each time you turn your head over your shoulder and shoot him that sweet, tender smile.

You were mean at some point, sure. But you were mean in the nicest way possible, always shielding him away from the mockery some idiots would shoot at him now and then. You may not be the woman his friends would recommend for him, but you were everything he needed to feel alive.

He'd find himself laying his head on your lap sometimes, letting your fingers seperate his previously neatly combed strands of hair while he read a book for you. A boring book, you thought, but it was his voice that you had your mind on.You reach for his glasses, pulling them off his face, to which he let out a small whine to. "Stop taking my glasses, I can't read without them..."

"Just keep talking bullshit, anything in your mind." You shushed him, brushing his bangs off his forehead. "You know I'd hear you recite all those geeky shits about the space again and again, loser."

Rafe huffed, "Don't call me loser."

A laugh rumbled through you, "My loser. Better?"

"Much better." He sighed, closing his book and setting it aside. "Anyways, a single day in Mercury is literally as long as a hundred and seventy six earth days." He explained out of the blue, looking up at your face.

You continue to fiddle with his hair, humming. "Guess we should move to Mercury then. A single day with you feels too short on earth."

"Actually, we can't survive in Mercury, because—"

"That was a word of affirmation, Rafe."

"Oh." He paused, "I don't have a book about love languages yet, sorry..."

The world may not see the way your palm fits perfectly in his. Either way, you'll always be your nerdy loser's punk girl.

"Maybe then you'll realize that you should worry more about how big your ego is and not about how much holes your small dick can fit in."

Oh if only you knew how many times he replayed those words in his mind over and over again, every word processed carefully in his mind to understand even now when he's sat neatly dressed and closely to his lovely girlfriend, who was happily yet calmly explaining the activities of her day, voice soft and mature- calm, while you were fun and messily perfect. Each sentences ever spoken by you banged on his head even more when his lips part and his voice escape his throat, interrupting her with these following cruel words,

"I can't love you."

The gentle smile on her face falters, flinching just a tad from the sudden confession, as if she had been hit, "I don't unders... What are you saying, Rafe...?"

His elbows rest on his thighs, his face resting on his opened palms as he let out a long, rough breath. "I'm saying I'm sorry and I think we should break up..." He slowly said, shaking his head as if he knew how wrong it sounded. "It'll eventually hurt you much more if I don't end it now."

"But... why...? We were doing so well..."

"No. I've ruined everything already. But you don't have to know more than that simple fact."

The guilt twisted his heart, knowing that he have wasted the love a girl like her could have spent on someone actually meant for her. Because he'll never be meant for anyone other than you. Just you, only you, always you.

Before she could even begin to summarize the true meaning of his words and come up with a response, Rafe decided to stand up right away, placing enough bill on the table to at least treat her well for the last chance he's able to, leaning down to press an apologetic peck on her cheek,

"I'm sorry." He mumbled against her skin one last time before walking away, refusing to stick around and watch the first tear roll down her cheek, "I'm no good."

There was only one woman able to truly occupy his mind all to herself. That woman will never not be you. No matter how hard he tried to push the thought of you aside, it's like your face was already carved permanently onto his brain anyways. A sickening curse, or at least he thought so. Perhaps it was a blessing after all, opening his eyes about the blind-love relationship he was in.

It was only a month since that night when you put him in his rightful place; under you.

That single month consisted 30 days of Rafe Cameron being haunted repeatedly by someone not even dead, as ridiculous as that may sound. 30 days of Rafe Cameron learning how so fucking flawed he is, learning that he will never be perfect nor complete, always dragged by every little idiotic mistake he made up till this point as he drives his truck over to the one place he never thought he used to feel more at home in, instead of Tannyhill.

He figured that being perfect was just impossible, no matter how much one tries to cover up a mistake. The closest thing to feeling the bliss of perfection was just to be with you. His soul would never feel completed without yours.

"Shit..." Rafe let out a long breath as he walk up to your doorstep, a lump in his throat that he just couldn't swallow, just like he couldn't learn to swallow away the mistakes of his past, "Right... Here goes everything..."

His knuckles barely brushed the wooden surface of the door before the door opened right away, revealing your fucking gorgeous figure standing in the doorway, raising an eyebrow and tilting your head to the side in that judging way you always do. Oh god, he missed you

Rafe stood there with his fist still hanging in the air, "...Hi." He let out hesitantly, not even trying to cover up the way his eyes roam the features of your face that he wish he could've trace with his fingers instead of just his gaze.

You found yourself leaning against the doorframe of your front door, eyeing him up and down as a tired sigh managed to escape you, as if you were already drained out from just being near his presence.

"What can I do for you this time, Cameron?" You ask, clicking your tongue, "Want me to suck your dick again because your prissy girlfriend wouldn't?"

He couldn't help but scoff, always finding himself amused yet annoyed by your absolutely unbearable sassy mouth that always have been able to rile him up so easily. "Not my girlfriend."

You snorted, "Let me guess, engaged?"

"Broke up."

Hearing his answer, you paused and looked at him in surprise, eyes searching for any signs whether he's lying or not, carefully scanning him. But it was clear as daylight in his low, quiet voice that he have in fact broken up with that girl.

Without waiting for you to say another word, he stepped forward just once, a step right outside your door. "Can we... talk?" He gruffly mumbled, as if embarrassed by the question he asked, even more when he added, "Inside?"

Those were the three words you were convinced Rafe Cameron would never use, especially to you. Those three simple words usually indicates mature and resolving conversation, something you doubt the two of you could even have.

"Better make it worth my time."

"I will. I promise."

And once again, Rafe Cameron have caught you off guard. He was never the type to simply say "I promise", at least as far as you knew. What else have changed?

So soon enough, you found yourself sitting across Rafe in your living room, you on your couch and he on an armchair. The sight was so familiar yet so strange at the same time. You didn't even think a word would be spoken again between the two of you after that night.

Rafe let out a small breath, one that may sound like a frustrated breath to you but truly a nervous breath to him. "So... I've been thinking about-"

"Thinking? That's new." You snorted.

He scowled at you, rolling his eyes, "Can I just speak for once?" He grunted, hands running through his hair messily, hinting more and more on how nervous he truly felt at the moment, heart pounding at his chest.

When your lips stayed sealed and silent, he took it as a green light to continue speaking, shoving inside his pocket to stop his fingers from fiddling with his ring, "23 minutes." He blurted out, "That's how long I've been single. That's how long it's been since I left her." He said, eyes never once leaving yours. "And I'm fucking telling you, it was you that was on my mind. Fuck, even before I broke up with her."

His words of confession, as sudden as they sound, they also sound terrifyingly raw and genuine. Like it came straight from the deepest pit of his mysterious heart. Somehow, it scared you to death. Perhaps because you've been so sure that you were never gonna fall back into his arms, which you'll never let go of once you melt into them.

"Yeah? That so?" You scoffed out, tilting your chin up as if to intimidate him, "What am I supposed to do with that information?"

Rafe stared at you with his eyebrows raised, lips parted. He was expecting a different reaction. One that'd show that maybe there's still an ounce of care deep inside the heart he knew he broke when he carelessly replaced you with her. "What are you- Jesus fucking Christ, I'm trying to tell you how I feel! Spill my soul out or however that saying goes!"

And yet you sat still, holding your own emotions back too good that he almost thought there were barely any feelings left behind your eyes as you stared back at him quietly yet so gorgeously.

"Answer me! Shout at me!" He raised his voice, standing up from the armchair, "Tell me, for fuck's sakes, why do you keep haunting every move I make?! Why do I see you in every corner I glance at?! Why do I need you so bad?!" His hands are back to his hair now, fingers gripping the strands tightly this time, breathing roughly and stepping over to the couch, hoovering above you.

Rafe Cameron might be one big asshole, but damnit he'll never lose the ability to make your heartbeat race even just a bit.

"You tell me, Rafe." You answered, leaning back on the couch, "Does it make sense to miss something you threw away carelessly for a walmart version of the same thing?"

"No! Shit, I know what I did, okay?!"

"So you were aware of the decision you made, right? You did it all with a clear head?"

His hands now drag down his face frustratingly, groaning. "I can never do or say anything right, can I?" He grumbled, "Are you even listening to me? Can't you tell that the truth is being bared right in front of you?" He asked while throwing his arms around, narrowing his eyes which were filled with so much anger and desperation towards you.

That flicked off the last bit of self-control you had left, now standing up as well. "How am I supposed to tell if all you ever done to me were lie, lie, and lie?!" Your voice finally raised as well.

That, somehow, made Rafe let out a breath of relief, letting him know that you, at some point, still cared enough to be riled up over the bad memories. "I never lied." He say, voice low, "I replaced you like an idiot, sure, but I never lied during our time together."

"Then how would I know you're not lying now?"

Then, without hesitation, he grabbed one of your hands and led it to press and lay flat against his chest, specifically where his heart is, his own bigger hands covering over yours. In which underneath your palm, you felt his heartbeat thud fast and hard, the silence also allowing you realize he have been breathing roughly, as if he had been running a marathon.

When your eyes flickered up back to his, you see his glassy blue eyes. Looking at you, tracing your features intently with dilated pupils.

"Please." He breathed, "I fucking love you."

Your eyes opened wide, taken aback as his voice just let out the one sentence you didn't think he'd even remember what the meaning is.

"I'm a rich stupid asshole who have all the money in North Carolina to get anything I want." He blurted out, "Well right now, I only want one thing that I can never be good enough to have, but I'm telling you– shit, begging you, to let me learn." Both of his hands held your hand tighter, gripping so tightly as if he was afraid you'd slip right through his fingers. "Let me learn how to be a man. To be your man."

For awhile, there was only silence between the two of you. Two lost souls that have only known rage and hatred blindly for too long, forgetting to look for the right path– which would only lead them to each other again. For only in his arms would she find home, and in hers only would he melt like putty.

Leaning closer than you already were, your lips captured his in a soft, gentle kiss. Your lips pressing against his so carefully as if you'd ruin this right away if you let go of your need for him completely.

But Rafe Cameron was a difficult and wild man. Loving him was meant to be one leap of faith.

The moment Rafe's hands held your cheeks, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck while he leaned down to deepen the kiss. "You don't know how badly I need you," He mumbled against your lips, his own lips trailing wet kisses around your face, making sure every inch of you know just how much he loves you, "I can't sleep without thinking of—"

"Fuck's sake, just shut up and prove it to me."

You sighed against his cheek, heart jumping when you heard his rough, breathless chuckle as he slowly led you to rest on the couch, laying you flat on your back.

And even when he felt like his cheeks were burning, he still had the time to give you a cheeky grin, "Impatient?" He asked while his lips were on your neck, painting red, loving marks on your skin while his hands roamed through your body.

Soft, pleasure-filled noises were pulled out of your throat, the feeling of his hands were already hypnotizing enough, barely making out the fact that he had pulled your shirt off your head. "Once a jerk, always will be a jerk, hmm?" You grumbled.

"Yeah? Well, this jerk's in love with you." Rafe softly spoke, lips now trailing more kisses down your body, from your chest, your stomach, and down to where the waistband of your pants is, "May I?" He oddly enough asked politely, almost careful with your body as if you were made of fine china.

You nodded, needing not a single second to think about your answer, even whispering back a "please?"

A gentle smile rested on his lips while his fingers hooked themselved into the waistband of both your pants and panties, pulling them both down at once, revealing your soaked and eager cunt.

"Oh god..." He groaned quietly, laying a kiss on your inner thigh before heading straight for your heat.

Unlike the way you remembered him, he was strangely cautious and tender with his mouth. However, it didn't change a thing about how good his tongue works on you, flicking your clit just at the right pace and passionately mouthing at your pussy, the sound of his desperate grunts muffled by your cunt and sending vibrations up your body.

"Rafe..." You managed to let out in a whimper, fingers tangled in the mess of his hair, gripping and pulling at strands without even considering how it'll only make him groan even louder against your cunt.

You could feel his slick tongue sliding in and out of the entrance of your pussy, hungry and yearning. All Rafe ever wanted was to taste you on his lips again, for your sweet release to wash away the taste of her that still lingered bitterly on his lips. As much as you could explain, he was quite literally making out with your pussy, holding both your ass-cheeks in both of his palms while he only dunk his head deeper in-between your legs that have now trapped his head tightly between them.

Feeling high as you grind against his tongue, your back arched while your head was throwned back against the pillows you had on the couch. Your legs were locking his head in even tighter from the escalating pleasure, it barely came to mind how terribly difficult it must be for him to breathe at the moment.

Rafe soon leaned back to catch his breath, shooting you a toothy grin along with a rough chuckle, yet it was all love and surrenderness in his eyes. "Let go for me, would you?" He asked quietly, "Please just let me taste you." His tongue swept over his bottom lip right before he dived right back into your pussy, lapping at your soaked slit even faster now.

"Fuck!" You moaned, pulling at his strands even harder now to the point there weren't much space left between his face and your heat, nose mushed against your sensitive clit, "Rafe please..." you gasped out, breath ragged and hitched while mindlessly mumbling, "more, more, more..."

And so he did. He gave you more than you could ever imagine. He lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit, and ate you out like a mad man who have suffered from great starvation and thirst in a desert, yearning for you, the oasis that will keep him alive with all the he needs.

He kept on going till you came undone right on his tongue, still grinding against his face while louder moans were escaping your lips. You could hear the sound of Rafe slurping up the juices that was still oozing out of your cunt, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"God, you're so perfect..." He breathed, the back of his hand coming up to wipe away the mess you've made on his mouth, "You're all I ever needed... I know that for sure now..." he mumbled as he took off his shirt before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss again.

This time, the kiss became sloppy and messy, his tongue numb and still haunted by the taste of your sweet release. Both of you were already breathless just from him eating you out, panting and moaning into each other's mouths, hands exploring each other's body like treasure maps. It all felt so familiar, so right.

Those fingers of yours grip onto his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away to the floor of your living room, "I'll never ever let you think anyone else can have you..." You sighed as you press kisses onto his chest, trying to repay what he had done for you just a second ago, "Let me..."

Yet the moment your fingers tug on his waistband, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you all of a sudden. You look up at him, hazy eyes widening in panic, wondering why he stopped you– wondering if he changed his mind.

Rafe shook his head, forehead coming down to rest on your own. His eyes never once left your own, not even when he gently lay you back down on his back. "Not today, okay?" He whispered quietly, "Let me make you feel good... Let me worship you..." He cooed, pecking the palm of your hand before pinning them up above your head with one hand, his other hand busy with the task of taking off his pants, his eager cock awaiting to be set free from the prison-like boxers and jeans.

The whole living room already felt like it was boiling, filled with heat and intimacy. It only got hotter when Rafe leaned down, body laying ontop of yours just lightly, lips beside your ear as he whispered with a kiss to your earlobe, "Just lay there and be gorgeous for me, please? I just need to let you feel my love."

You nodded wordlessly, still catching your breath. Your mind was fogged, the only thing you could think of was Rafe; his blue, vulnerable eyes. His now messy hair. The little groans he'd let out. His bricked up length that you've stolen glances at, your entrance already calling for him to fill you up already.

Then, with his hand guiding the tip, his dick was finally pushed through your folds and into the warmth of your pussy.

"Ah shit, baby..." Rafe groaned, eyebrows creased in pure delight of the feeling of you wrapped around his length yet again.

The hand he used to pin yours above your head finally let go, giving you the freedom to touch him however and wherever you wanted, in which one of your hands went to thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and hold onto his back with your other one.

His thrusts started out gentle and painfully slow, taking his time to memorize the way your walls would clench around his girthy length, savoring the feeling and the reactions you've given him. Once he became impatient enough, he pulled out just enough before thrusting his full length all the way back into you, pulling loud, satisfied moans from both of you.

"Gosh, Rafe..." you whined, back arching and pulling him closer to you. Your legs now wrapped around his hips, silently encouraging him to thrust deeper into you. "Don't... don't stop..."

Those hips of his moved faster as the seconds pass by, his breathing loud and ragged in your ear, arms around your waist tightly while helping you move your hips against his. "I can never stop, baby, never..." he groaned, palm moving to hold your hips and thrust even harder.

Your living room was anything but quiet now, filled with a harmony between your united moans, the tiny noises coming from your couch due to all the movements, and the sound of skins meeting roughly each time his hips meet yours.

As if it couldn't get anymore better, one of Rafe's hands slid between the two of you, fingers finding your still sensitive clit from the previous orgasm. He rubbed rough circles onto the sensitive bud recklessly, enjoying the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a louder and breathier moan escaped your lips.

The pleasure was only escalating more and more, you barely even realized that you had dragged your nails down Rafe's back till he let out a loud groan into your neck.

"I love you." You blurted out, gasping when he slammed his cock deep in you, hitting all the right spots.

He leaned closer into you, arms now back around your waist to truly hold you instead of just your hips. "You do?" He asked, blue eyes begging you to say yes.

So tender with his words and gaze yet so mean with the way he thrust into you mercilessly.

"I do, Rafe... f-fuck!" You moaned, "I love you!"

"I love you so much more, baby." He grunted, lips attaching themselves onto yours, muffling the moans from both of you as you both feel that familiar tingly feeling rushing through your bodies. "So close, so close.." he mumured into your mouth.

"Please cum with me..." you had whined.

Then, with just a few more thrusts, Rafe shoved his cock deep into your pussy, his lips parting with a short hitched breath. You could feel his load being shot right into you along with your own orgasm crashing at the same time, back arching off your couch to the point your chest and his were pressed together, both hands greedy with each other's bodies while your mixed fluids now leak slowly between your bodies and pooling onto the fabric of the couch.

"Shit..." you whined, face red and eyes droopy, "You're cleaning my couch right after this..." you say softly, grinning just weakly.

Rafe managed to let out a small chuckle, breathless and humming as he carefully pull his length out of your hole, his body now resting completely ontop of you, head on your chest just like the way he loved it.

"I'd do anything for you." He whispered, looking up at you and brushing your hair away from your face, "I'll never make the same mistake as I did back then. I promise."

Your eyes softened, almost forgetting about the whole point of this, "I think we'll make it work this time, Rafe..." you quietly responded.

He shook his head, taking your hand and pressing kisses onto your knuckles. "I know we'll make it work." He said, confident and sure. "We'll learn together. Every mistake I make will be yours to correct. Every fury you feel will be mine to soothe."

Rafe placed your hand above his heartbeat once more, which still pounded slightly fast against his chest. Yet it was all you needed to listen to to learn how love sounded like.

A warmline. A person to talk to. A voice to depend on. A comfort. The very concept of a warmline itself checks off every single thing a lonely freshly-divorced man like Rafe needed at the moment. He had cut off every one of his friends in the past few months, somehat uninterested in how familiar things seem with them. With them, the environment seems so close to when he was perfectly fine and happy with the marriage he had.

What he needed was a brand new set of shoulders to lean on. Someone who'll try to listen to him closely just because they never really knew him to begin with and won't build assumptions based on the guy he was years ago.

Lazy as ever, Rafe only skimmed through the page before pulling out his phone to dial the number on the bottom of the page.

Once the line was connected, Rafe hesitantly spoke first. "Hello?"

His voice was rough and deep, he barely even remembered how he sounded like, spending his days in silence. Rafe was so close to hanging up right before the person on the other side of the phone answers, some sort of operator.

"Thank you for contacting our service, are you calling in regards of the WarmLine, sir?"

Rafe's sigh sounded ragged, as if he was dehydrated (he probably was), as he nodded, "I guess uh... yeah, I'm interested in your service." He said, palms over his eyes as if he regret calling this number now.

"Glad to know!" The operator exclaimed, "Have you read the regulation written in our magazine page?"

"Uh..." His eyebrows furrowed, panicking just the slightest as he skimmed through the page once again, barely even bothered to memorize the regulations. "Yeah yeah."

"Which of our servicers would you like to reach?"

His eyebrows were practically sewn together by now in confusion, lips mouthing "the fuck?" as he quickly read through the page till he find the list of the services based on their staffs- written in their anonymous work name and a small description of their style of service.

Skimming through it once again, his eyes immediately landed on the one at the bottom of the list; "Angel's Warmline: providing you with her tender heart!"

"...Angel's...?"

"Splendid! We'll put you on her line in just a second, please don't forget the regulations and feel free to bare your heart out!"

The line was cut for awhile, giving Rafe just enough time to think about what he was going to even say anyways and how he was going to explain everything; or more specifically, the chaos absolutely beating the shit out of his heart. How will he begin to explain this newly found lonesome that have made him felt so cold? He thought of how much he was even willing to let out, being a person who usually shut out people who's willing to help. He thought of how this staff would help him. If they even–

"Good morning, this is Angel speaking."

Rafe's heart dropped, as well as his phone almost fell from his grip. From that very opening sentence alone, Rafe knew he was fucked up. Not only was your voice incredibly tender and soft as feathers, but you were also careful and precise with your oh so gentle intonation. You were in fact, or at least to his ears, an angel with no doubt.

He quickly sat up, finger pads turning white as he gripped the phone tighter in his hand, "Uh... ssup- morning, fuck, sorry." His palm flew to his forehead, cringing at the sudden nervousness taking control of his body and state of mind.

A small, soft chuckle was heard from your line, your smile able to be pictured right from the tone of your voice. "Don't worry about it, my service is fairly casual." You explained, "Who am I speaking to?"

"...Rafe Cameron. Call me Rafe."

He may not be able to see it, but you still smiled widely, genuinely. "Lovely to know you, Rafe." You said, leaning back in your seat, "How can I help you this morning?"

There it goes. The million dollar question that even he doesn't know how to answer yet. Because as usual, Rafe Cameron didn't know what it is exactly that he wanted. Didn't even know how to open up, his heart a locked book that no one ever knew where to find the key to. But hearing your soft, warm voice... he was at least able to get the smallest boost to open up.

"I don't know where to start..."

"We can start anywhere. We can even just talk. Just bare your heart out if you're ready."

Bare your heart out. It really was obvious how much was burdening his heart, too much feelings were built up in his chest, all this time he never knew how to let it all out. Always committed to keeping those firm walls around his heart. He had a tough shell, yet he was truly scared all the time. How will he be a man to his family if he tell them what's picking on his heart deep inside?

Yet there you were, waiting so fucking patiently on the other end, talking to him as if he was a fragile antique.

"It might get tiring to listen to..."

"My ears are yours to have, try me."

When he finally started talking and explaining, he never thought that it would be something he'd enjoy. But on the contrary, it was incredibly relieving and comforting to talk it all out, like taking that weight directly off his chest- truly a breath of fresh air. The little hums you made every now and then between his sentences were sweet, signaling that you really were listening close to him, making him feel like the only man that mattered in this whole world. And it only made words roll from his tongue even smoother.

Then when you answer, your words came out wise and gentle– careful. You spoke with such grace, as if pure honey was dripping right from your tongue, accompanied by that tender way of speaking that slowly melted the cold walls isolating him all this time.

It was such a relieving and heartwarming experience that he didn't dare to let go of the comfort he had already achieved from you, instantly pinning the WarmLine's phone number on his contacts the following week.

Now, every morning of his would always go by beautifully and companied by your voice that have haunted his ears ever since you first spoke.

"Morning, my angel."

You let out a soft delighted sigh at the sound of his rough morning voice at precisely 6 in the morning, cheeks flushed pink while a big smile that you couldn't help but let consume your lips. "Good morning, Rafe." You greeted back, "How was your sleep?"

Rafe let out a small sigh, turning to the other side of the bed with his legs tangled in his messy bedsheets, which he could barely remember the last time he even made his bed. "Well, I guess better than it was before you." He started, the small hesitance in his voice telling you there was more than that sentence alone, "I dreamt about the kids last night."

Your smile softened, leaning back on your seat and listening closely to his voice, "Wanna tell me about it?" You asked.

"No." He responded without missing a beat, "Just wanna talk to ya, Angel."

Well, you'd be a goddamn liar if you haven't gotten addicted as well to listening to his quiet and rough-yet-soft-spoken voice every morning like a built in routine by now. You were never one to be attached towards your customer, even if they use your service for long-term. But it felt terrifyingly yet enchantingly different with Rafe.

Even though you both were only ever familiar with your voices, there was a somewhat strong connection already forming beyond the phone calls.

"What 'cha wanna talk about then, Rafe?"

Silence came across the line for awhile, almost making you think that his line got cut off- yet it didn't quite explain his soft breathing from the other side of your phone.

Rafe then spoke, "Have you ever been in love, Angel?" He asked quietly, visibly hesitant in the question he had chose to let out. It was risky. The WarmLine program had a strict rule on keeping the servicer's private life out of the equation.

Your own line fell silent as well this time as you pull back from the phone. Your gnawed at your bottom lip, confused on the correct answer to give him. His question was so completely out of the blue, words you never expected a man like him would ask you on a random Saturday morning.

"I think it's impossible not to fall in love, Rafe. Why the sudden question?"

"How can you tell if you are in love?"

It was yet another question that successfully made you stop and take several seconds to think of a response. "Based off my experience, I suppose... you'll start seeing signs." You say eventually, "You think of them a lot, remembering them with every little thing around you, and you get this... oddly warm and peaceful feeling in your chest..." a small smile returns to your face at the thought of loving someone dearly.

Rafe hummed at your response, his arm now under his head as he stared up at the ceilings, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.

"...Do you think a woman would love me?"

"Well, surely your ex-wife married you for a reas—"

"Would you love me?"

Yet another round of silence came across the phone call, but you were so sure that Rafe might be able to hear the soft yet rapid pounding of your heartbeat against your chest along with how your breath hitched at the unexpected question.

"I..." you bit your lip, cheeks rosy as you continue, "I'm sure loving you would be a wonderful experience, Rafe... I'd be one hell of a lucky girl..." You tried to laugh it off softly.

Rafe couldn't help but smile to himself at your words, looking out at the sunlight starting to peek through his window's drapes and into his dark room, the equivalent of if you slipping your way into his life and lighting up all the darkness that he was drowned in.

"You keep me alive, Angel." He confessed quietly, not even sparing a single shit for the regulations he was told to follow during the service, "...I don't care about the world. I just need you to keep my heart beating."

Your hand flew to your chest, clutching it as you tried desperately to stop the new speed of your heartbeat, phone almost slipping from your fingers from how nervous you suddenly got. "That's... very sweet, Rafe..." you finally answered softly, "It's important to feel alive and be aware that every one second can be a lifetime if you appreciate them enough."

"It should also be important to find a special way to thank the person who became the reason, right?"

You let your mind process his words before answering, "What do you think, Rafe?"

"I think..." Rafe hesitated, sitting up on his bed now as he cough to clear his throat, "...I want to thank you. Not just through words." He started, "Please, angel... when will you let me know every single crumbs of your life like you have mine?"

God, you couldn't remember when he got so smart with his words. He was just a lonely divorced man when you first knew him, barely having time to even talk about anything other than the hollow feeling in his heart.

And now... ever since your phone calls became one conversation after another each day, the topic have drifted so far and far away from what was his sole purpose of using your WarmLine service, his heart now abandoning his previous problems completely as his mind and heart now primarily revolves around this strange feeling he had discovered for you.

The mystery girl who he was only able to call "angel".

So of course it clawed on your chest when you had to sit across them during a dinner party held by Ward in Tannyhill for your families- which, very unfortunately have been friends for the longest time. Didn't even bother to acknowledge the obvious tension between you and his eldest son ever since the break up. Actually, barely acknowledged you. Even your own old man.

Your dad looks over towards Rafe's girl, "So you have four younger siblings?" He asked, smiling politely, just a tad impressed, "You must know how to run a household then."

As she nodded her head and smiled sweetly, responding with that eloquent way of speaking, you rolled your eyes, scoffing just faintly– which earned you a nudge on the arm by Sarah, who was sat beside you. "What?" You huff, "Babysitting's no life or death situation." You murmured to her, glancing back to the girl with squinted eyes, one of your eyebrows raising judgmentally at her.

That priss excuse of a woman was too caught up with the conversation she was having with both Rafe's and your parents to notice the judgy look smothered across your face towards her. That being said, Rafe however, did notice you. In fact, he noticed you all night long, if only you weren't too focused judging and silently mocking the girl under his arm.

Rafe's eyes followed your fingers as you picked a grape carefully, visibly searching and picking for crunchy ones as you usually do, then the way your fingers just slightly graced your lips as you place the grape into your mouth. When his girl talked to him, he could only let out a small mumbled "Mm?... Sounds great, babe", barely sparing her a glance.

Ward then looked over your way, "Your daughter... Is she ready to take over your company? Is she even capable?"

A scoff, louder now, escaped your lips once again. "'Scuse you?" You raise an eyebrow, offended by the doubt lingering in his voice, it was always clear Ward saw you as a mere reckless young woman back when you were dating Rafe. "What kind of a question is that anyways? Are you waiting for my dad to retire and die?"

Your dad tried to cover for you, eyes widening in panic, "She's just a little moody right now—"

"Well your business partner is rather loony, dad." You munch on another grape. That blunt insult caused all heads to turn your way now.

Rafe snorted mockingly, "Nice." He murmured.

Your head snapped towards his way, seeing the realization on his face that perhaps he murmured a little too loud, yet his lazy grin lingers on. You tilt your head and squint your eyes, "I don't think you were invited to the conversation, prig."

His eyes turned sharp at the nickname you gave him, "Watch your mouth." He pointed his finger at you. "I'm here at the same table and you were literally talking to my dad like a fucking brat."

"Sorry to offend the wrinkly older brat!"

"The fuck is your problem?!"

Ward let out a grunt and rolled his eyes along with your dad in sync, both clearly had enough of you and Rafe. You turn to them, "Sorry Ward, I don't usually forget my manners right at your face, but your son's an absolute dickhead and I'm over it." You spat.

Riled up, Rafe took his arm off his girl's shoulders, who looked at him in confusion and tried to tug on his sleeve, "Then do get over it, sweetheart. Unless you're all talk."

Your eyes dart back towards him, sharp and raged. "Oh I fucking will."

Silence then came across the whole table, the tension lingering on in the air and causing an awkward moment for quite literally everyone; Wheezie and Sarah trying to distract themselves by eating, Rose and your mom sharing looks, Rafe's girl still trying to change his attention, Ward fuming with irritation while your dad looked at him apologetically.

"I need fresh air." "Gonna get some air."

The two of you looked at each other the moment you stood up from your seats at the dinner table at the same time with the exact same reason. You scoff, stomping your feet the way out of the dining room with murmured words under your breath in annoyance, followed by Rafe and his little grunts. The rest of the families watched silently till you're both eventually out of sight.

"Real nice, following me around now?" Rafe said as he brush past you to go up the stairs ahead of you.

A sarcastic laugh rumbles through you, eyes squinting as you follow his steps up the stairs. "Excuse you? Ego never has and never will shrink, I presumed?" You say.

Rafe gave you a glance before focusing on his steps again, "You are following me now though." He pointed out as he made his way towards his bedroom door, the one you can still remember slipping out of every single night you decided to do something stupid together.

You follow him into that very room, door swinging shut behind you both, giving you the same amount of privacy you both always needed back then. "Because you're taunting me. You know damn well you are, Cameron."

"Am I? Or are you being delusional?" He shot you a sarcastic and mocking grin over his shoulder. "Still mad about her, huh?"

The fact that he even had the nerves to casually mention it bluntly was even worse than that stupid fucking grin on that idiotic kissable lips off his that you cant wait to rip off his disgustingly gorgeous face. He seemed so unfazed by the fact that he's arguing with his long term ex in the bedroom that was practically a museum of your memories. Your chest burned, heart set on flames by the same person that have been messing with your head for months now.

Sometimes you wonder if he even took the break-up seriously or just merely an end of a phase.

Rafe turned around to you as he took of his suit jacket and tossed it to a chair, "Have you not moved on?" He asked, eyes unable to be read this time. "What, you didn't do hook-ups to heal the wound or something?" He let out a long sigh as if he was sick of you clinging onto the past.

"I did."

You did. You had fucked men lovelessly just to try to numb the pain. Men who are a far cry from Rafe, who might just convince you how foolish thinking of Rafe again and again truly is. And god, every time you scratched your nails down another man's back, you fucking hoped he feels it. Maybe then he'll know he's not the only one capable of making you moan.

That being said, hearing your answer, Rafe paused and crossed his arms, "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, jaw clenching as if that honest answer to his own question was infuriating himself, "Did it feel good?"

The fucking audacity. You didn't know what made him think he have the right to ask that to you. Not when he walked out the door and left you in the cold first. You didn't know whether you were imagining the jealousy glimmering in his eyes either, but damn did it make you feel good. Rafe himself was trying hard to hide it, chin tilted up in that egotistical way of Rafe Cameron.

You test the waters; pushing off the wall you were previously leaning against before slowly stepping closer to that wretched ex-boyfriend of yours, head tilting as you raise an eyebrow and whisper into his ear, breath hot against the shell of his ear that made his heart race just fast enough, "Is it even ever bad when it's with me?"

Then, almost out of old-instincts, his hand came up to rest on your hip, his palm large, warm, and familiar. Definitely familiar.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" You asked due to the sudden touch, clearly still enraged.

Rafe let his eyes wander your face, from the flame of fury in ignited in your eyes, the creased eyebrows, the lips he remembered being his favorite taste, all the way to the tiniest beauty marks that he missed. His voice came out in a harsh whisper, as if he was angry at himself for whatever it is that was coming soon.

"Something I really shouldn't."

A grunt escaped his throat in a way that told you he was letting go, his other hand flying straight to cup the back of your head as his lips were slammed right onto yours, eyes shut tight as the hand previously on your hip now roamed to the small of your back, feeling you right through the fabric of your dress.

His lips moved urgently, as if he was in a hurry or rather impatient to taste more than your lipstick-covered lips.

It was disgustingly familiar. Moreover, the way he even dared to lay his lips upon yours after leaving you in the dust was incredibly outrageous.

One of your hands flew to the back of his neck, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck while your other hand reached for his tie, tugging and loosening it from his collar. He was starting to look more and more like the Rafe you used to know; pathetic, idiotic, messy, and filled with desire and determination.

"You're disgusting." You rasped against his mouth as you felt his filthy fingers hooking themselves on the hem of your dress, pulling it up just slowly but with impatience waiting to burst out of his pants.

That dirty grin came to be displayed across his lips yet again the moment he laid you down on his bed, "Sure, but I don't see you tryinna leave." He pointed out in a whisper as he painted the flushed skin of your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, hands pulling you dress over your thighs to bunch at your waist, fingers roaming your thighs and squeezing desperately at the flesh.

A breathless scoff escaped your throat as you grab at his arms, leg going over his hip to take control and eventually flip the two of you over.

"Not until you realize what you did." You positioned your body perfectly on his lap, soaked panties grinding on the tent forming in the trousers that cling to his legs, pulling out a breathy sigh from his lips, obviously holding back a moan.

Buttons after buttons were taken off from his shirt, revealing the smooth surface of the chest that was a nest for your head to rest in years ago. "Fuck.." He grabbed your hips, eyes widening just the slightest at your movement on his bricked up cock through the layers of fabric, "And what did I do, huh...?" He huffed out a laugh as he grunt and thrust up to catch you by surprise.

Breath hitched, your eyes only showed more anger towards him, hands unbuckling his belt with ease. "You really don't know?" You asked, leaning down to mouth at his jaw, just near his ear to whisper close,

"Well, you oughta fucking know."

Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, jaw clenching and heart pounding. Your voice and body making it crystal clear to him that you weren't doing this simply because you miss him. You wanted to express the resentment still lingering like a disease in your heart.

"...Sure thing, sweetheart." He choked out with a hesitant chuckle, hands ready to flip your positions once again. Except this time, you were quick to grab his hands off your hips and pin them on both sides of his face.

You let out a laugh right against his neck, "Oh, Rafe..." You sighed, amused by how much control you felt over him, "Why don't you be the one that sit still and look pretty now?" You say, tongue dripping with sarcasm.

Slowly, your body lowered down on the bed till your head was right above his crotch, hands already zipping off his trousers and tugging on them and his boxers at once till you were able to toss them aside to the floor, meeting his flushed cock that was practically aching with precum leaking from the tip already.

Amused by the sight, you clicked your tongue and gently wrap your fingers around his length, "Hurts, huh?" You mumble against the tip, tongue slipping out just to sweep up his precum, pulling out the smallest moan from him and a slight nod of his head, "Doesn't compare to how you hurt me then though." That's when your lips finally wrapped themselves around his girthy cock, just at the tip while you jerk off the rest of the length with your hand.

A grunt slipped past his lips, a hand instinctively flying to the back of your head with his fingers gripping the strands of your hair as he try to thrust up into your mouth to steal back the dominance, which failed as your hands were keeping his hips down. God, he tasted exactly like how you hoped he didn't; exactly like the past.

And you felt precisely like what he forced himself to think his girl would feel like; a filthy, chaotic mess.

A breathier moan then slip out, fingers gripping tighter. "Ah- shit..." He whimpered, head thrown back on the pillow, "Shit shit shit... I fucking can't... It's been awhile..."

You pull away from his cock to actually laugh at it, "Awhile? Miss Perfect doesn't fuck you?"

"She... tries... but she doesn't blow me at all..."

An even much crueler laugh rumbled through your chest, mocking his apparent misery with that boring priss, "Now that's hurtful." You cackled. Your hand pumped his cock faster suddenly to catch him off guard while you kept on snickering, especially at the pathetic look painted across his annoyingly beautiful face.

His eyebrows were furrowed, bangs falling messily and starting to get damp from all the sweat building up due to the new heat in the air of his bedroom, eyes going back and forth from looking down at you and rolling to the back of his head every now and then, meanwhile his chest was heaving up and down, heartbeat louder than regularly. He was gorgeous like that, but he was also an idiot that ruined you.

Rafe let out a groan the moment your hands release his hips, allowing him to thrust up into your hand, only for you to suddenly pull your hand away from his cock, which you felt was ready to burst any moment from now.

He wince at the loss, "I was so close! Fuck you!" He managed to let out.

"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow as your hand reach behind your back to unzip your dress, tossing the piece of fabric aside along with your panties. "Let's test that theory."

In a mere second, you were back on his lap- only this time, no fabric was acting as a barricade between your heat and his own, your hand holding his tip just to line him up to your entrance and guide him in; not that you needed much time to do so, you were practically skilled in doing precisely that from all the dirty rendezvous you've done before.

The moment you were completely sat on his cock, Rafe let out a strangled moan, head completely thrown back and revealing the surface of his neck; the perfect canvas for your lips.

Within seconds, his neck became red with your lipstick-kiss marks all over it. But he barely paid attention, too infatuated by the warm feeling of your cunt hugging his length.

His arms came up to wrap around your waist while you move your hips, grinding at first until you started to practically bounce on him, the sound of skins slapping filling up the entire bedroom, both of you too distracted to even think about whether the sound would slip out of the walls or not, not to mention the sound of the bedframe starting to creak each time your movement's speed accelerates.

"Oh fuck..." He whimpered, listening close to your soft sighs of pleasure that were like music into his ears, "Oh don't stop... please don't ever stop..." He pleaded, trying to thrust up into you but felt too weak to even do so.

You let out a breathy moan the moment his cock started hitting just the right spot, "Tell me, Rafe..." You breathed into his ear, mouth pressed right onto his earlobe, "Do you think of me when you fuck her...?" You asked, droopy eyes staring at his facial expressions.

He could barely keep eye contact with you despite trying desperately to maintain it, chest heaving as pathetic noises escapes his throat.

"Do you hear my voice when she moans your–" a moan slipped through your lips mid-sentence, fingers dugged into his skin, "fuck... your name? Or do you feel my lips when you kiss her...? My body when you touch her all around...?" Your hand reach up to cup his chin, tilting it up with your thumb dragging across his bottom lip.

"Every fuckin' time..." He finally confessed, a complete moaning mess, hips mindlessly going up and down to meet yours every now and then, "can't fuckin' forget you, baby..."

A cracked laugh was what left your lips at his answer, hands gripping and pinning his onto the sheets as your hips moved even faster, "Don't baby me, dickhead..." You whispered with a quiet moan.

Just when his lips part to let out yet another moan, the two of you flinched and slowed down the moment you both heard two knocks on the wooden surface of his bedroom door, followed by a soft and sickeningly sweet voice on the other side that obviously belonged to his girlfriend,

"Rafey...? What're you doing...?"

Rafe's heart drop, eyes widening in panic as your hand flew to his lips to muffle out his moan. You could hear his heart beating even louder now, it somehow amused the hell out of you to see him so panicked and scared. A lazy grin takes over your lips as you lean back down to whisper into his ear, "Well?" You ask, slowly releasing his mouth, "Answer her or I will."

But no matter how much he tried to get his voice out of his throat, it was difficult considering you were still moving on his cock- though slower now, the bed still creaking too loud that it should technically be difficult for his girlfriend to not get suspicious. Unless she was a bimbo too.

"I..." Rafe's fingers gripped your hand as he spoke louder for her to hear, "I'm not- not in the mood, babe! Just- please go!" His eyes stayed on yours, breathing heavily and just silently (or rather not so silently) begging for her to leave already.

"Okay." She responded casually, "I love you."

"Yeah..." Rafe breathed, "I love you too."

But this time, he was saying it while looking right into your eyes.

His voice soft and vulnerable, walls crumbled down completely.

The moment she left the door, you let out a mocking scoff at his face, "You sure do, pal..." You breathed out with a huffed out chuckle while fastening your pace, chasing both of your releases.

Rafe's jaw was slack, eyes droopy and set on yours only as his hips rock up against yours, weakly now from the lack of energy he have left. "So close... so so close... fuck.." He whimpered, the grip he had on your hand tightening even more now, signaling how truly close he was. You could see it in his facial expression as well, he was truly desperate to catch that relieving feeling of shooting his load.

Your breath hitch as you keep the same pace and movement that hits your spot just right, raising your hips and sinking back down while leaning down to breathlessly whisper to him, "Prove it to me then."

It didn't take long for him to prove it, apparently.

His hand led yours to cover his mouth in order to muffle out his loud, desperate moan the moment his hips shot up with his load painting your insides white, eventually inviting your own pleasure to be released, grinding down on him with softer moans and sighs. He was still mindlessly moving his hips just weakly while your back was arching with pleasure as warmth filled your insides- not in the lovey dovey way, unfortunately. In your eyes, he would always be the boy who left you for a mere pretty face.

Though still shaky from that one hell of a literal ride, you took all the strength you got to get off him and the mess you've both laid in his bed like old times right away. You barely spared him another glance before slipping back into your dress and panties as well as the pair of heels you've previously kicked off your feet.

Rafe looked up, confused and closed to being knocked out, "Wait..." He grunted as he rests on his elbows to watch you tidy your appearance, out of breath and still panting, "Where the fuck are you going?"

You let out a sigh, "Where do you think, Cameron?" You ask over your shoulder, "Not like I was gonna stay."

"But I thought-" He bit his tongue, eyebrows stitched together, feeling a sense of fury and betrayal, "You can't leave me. Not now. Not with this mess." He said, it was unclear whether he was referring to the messy and damp sheets or the unspoken feelings still lingering from him to you- to which he hoped you also still have. Even if just a pinch.

"Well you thought wrong."

You didn't look back at him, but you could feel him glare into the back of your head as well as hear the small hurt scoff he let out.

"After all, that makes us even, right?" You asked, finally turning around, hands on your hips, "You left me in such a mess. Now you can't even handle the same?" You scoffed, eyes gazing down at him in such disgust that it practically hurt him. "Grow up, Rafe. Maybe then you'll realize that you should worry more about how big your ego is and not about how much holes your small dick can fit in."

And when you shut the door behind you quietly that night, Rafe still felt your palm under his. It wasn't sweet like it would've been back then, rather bitter and cruel.