bored

he took a slow step forward, then another, ignoring your protests as he stopped just behind your chair. “you look so pretty,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“rafe.”

“just one,” he said softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

you pulled back, huffing as you turned to inspect the damage in the mirror. “it’s sticky now! you never listen.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. “you look perfect, even if your lip gloss is a little smudged.”

the second time

you were deep into your nighttime routine, carefully patting moisturizer onto your face when rafe walked into the bathroom.

“what are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching you with a curious look.

“my skincare,” you said simply, dabbing a bit of eye cream under each eye. “you should try it sometime.”

he smirked. “i’ll leave that to you, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror. “okay, what do you want? you’re staring.”

“a kiss,” he said immediately, stepping closer.

you turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “rafe, my face is all sticky from product. you’ll hate it.”

“don’t care,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

before you could stop him, he kissed you, pulling back with a satisfied smile despite the faint scent of your moisturizer lingering on his lips.

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“and you’re adorable,” he shot back, pressing another kiss to your forehead for good measure.

the third time

the sun was setting, and you were chatting with sarah and wheezie near the food table when rafe appeared out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist.

you looked up at him, smiling. “hey yourself. having fun?”

“not as much as i could be,” he said, his tone teasing as he leaned down slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips.

you quickly caught on, shaking your head. “not here, rafe! your whole family’s watching.”

he shrugged. “so? they know you’re my girlfriend.”

before you could argue, he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling away just as quickly.

sarah groaned dramatically. “ugh, get a room, you two.”

you flushed, nudging rafe’s side. “see what you did?”

“worth it,” he said, smirking as he reached for a drink.

the fourth time

you were pacing the living room, phone pressed to your ear as you talked to one of your friends about an upcoming event.

“no, i think we should go with the gold theme—it’s classier,” you said, pausing to listen to their response.

rafe was sprawled on the couch, watching you with an amused expression. when you passed by him for the third time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“babe, stop,” you whispered, waving him off.

he ignored you, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. “just one kiss,” he whispered back, a playful smile on his face.

you glared at him, but he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could stop him.

“sorry, i got distracted,” you said into the phone, shooting him a look.

rafe just grinned, leaning back like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

the fifth time

“careful!” you warned as rafe grabbed your hand, admiring the shiny new polish on your nails. “they’re still wet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so? i’m not touching them.”

“still, don’t mess with me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he pulled you closer.

he smirked. “mess with you? i’d never.”

before you could argue, he kissed you, holding you close despite your half-hearted attempts to scold him.

“rafe! now i’m all distracted,” you whined, though you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“good,” he said, grinning. “you’re cuter when you’re distracted.”

bonus

it had been a long day, and rafe was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he flipped through channels. he looked so relaxed, so content, that you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

without a word, you climbed onto the couch and settled beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft as he looked down at you.

“hey,” you replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised when you leaned up and kissed him gently.

when you pulled back, he grinned. “what was that for?”

“just felt like it,” you said with a shrug, though your cheeks were warm.

“you’re cute when you’re sweet,” he teased, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.