#bad?

He's got the whole ex partyboy thing going on, but after you find out how he lives day to day that image takes a backseat to the man you know now. The man who just wants to get through crowds of people and complains too many people have cars when he gets stuck in traffic isn't overlapping neatly with the picture you had of his sweating body crammed in a dark vip booth, drinking, smoking, surrounded by admirers trying to throw themselves at her harder than the last. A jaded byronic hero with his arm slung around the back of the booth, staring at the bottom of a top shelf bottle instead of the excess he's drowning in with a little spot under his arm, right where you're supposed to be. Could you even be the kind of girl who fits in there? Rafayel doesn't care. If you fit in there, the scene would change entirely. He'd be smiling, for one. He'd like to rewrite memories like that, for the both of you.

He makes you start pregaming as soon as you open the door to his place. Dragging you by the sleeve over to the kitchen counter to do shots. He's going to double over laughing and pinch your cheeks if you pull a face, and he doesn't have any chasers. You're a big girl, right? You wanna hang with the big dogs, right cutie??? Big girls can swallow something nasty. You let him tuck you into his side and pry your mouth open with his thumb to pour it in. He covers your mouth with his hand until you swallow. Movie theater speakers in his living room blaring his specially made playlist. You feel all turned around in his whirlwind when he kisses you hello. Pressing his body into you with a hand on your cheek, licking into your mouth. You wouldn't be able to hear that happy little moan he always makes, but you could feel it in his chest. When he pulls back to whisper in your ear if you know what you're wearing, he's gonna play with your uniform buttons. slipping his pretty fingers inside to brush against your cleavage. It doesn't matter if you don't know, because he's layed his favorites out on the end of the bed. Why don't you go and look at them? Up close. You might even need to bend over to look at the details... What!? Who said that!?!

Lock the door when you change if you still want to make it out tonight, cutie!!

All the options he's picking out for you could flip up and show your ass if a streetlight changed. These clothes don't make you any surer that you'll make it, especially when Raf rattles the doorknob, whining 'babyyyyy--' like a horny delay fish. Begging to see.

But you said you wanted a club night, so thy will be done. Instead he's gotta tease you both by pinning you under him on his bed to put your makeup to better use than you ever have. You can't move an inch when he does it, he puts your hands high up on his thighs firmly before he tells you 'no distractions' with a look on his face like he's daring you to. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, and you have to look at him looking at you, dark eyed and focused while brushes are tickling you and he's bossing you around and playing at being cold when he says, 'look at me. don't close your eyes.' You tell him about your day, and he whispers 'yeah?' and 'oh, I'm sorry' and 'well, I think you're doing great' between the two of you and when he's finished with the lipgloss, you know he wants a kiss. Pulling him away from you to get himself dressed is harder than pulling taffy.

Is this good? I honestly can’t tell