âË° part four of rafe and shy reader âË°
rafe likes to tell you what to do, and you like to listen.
itâs been this way since the two of you started dating, ever since he finally got you to stop worrying about what everyone says and thinks. it wasnât easy but he thinks heâs got you in a good placeâyouâve always been compliant and you take rafeâs word like itâs the law, but more than that, he thinks you like it. he knows you like it.
youâre perched on his bed, legs draped over rafeâs while you lean against his pillows. youâve been at tannyhill for the last two or three daysâyouâve lost trackâbecause rafe told you to sleepover, that no one at his house would mind and your parents would think youâre just with friends. itâd taken a little bit convincing, but youâd agreed in the end, spending your days and nights in rafeâs clothes and cherishing how your pink toothbrush looked next to his blue one.Â
âtheyâre going to the beach tonight,â you comment, scrolling through the text messages from your friends who havenât see you in what feels like forever. âshould we go? i think itâll be fun.â
âi got work to do, kid.â rafe doesnât even look up from his screen..
âhow about just for a little? we can just say hi-â
âi said no already.â you turn away a little, withdrawing into yourself. you wouldnât have asked if you thought it would make him mad.
the minutes pass by, and itâs not until he finishes whateverâs on his screen that he looks up to see your sulky face buried in your book, phone tossed aside, that he realizes he did something wrong.
he thinks maybe he shouldnât have shot you down so quicklyâitâd taken a while for you to even gain the nerve to ask him things like that, instead of just staying silent until he poked and prodded it out of you.Â
âhey. hey.â rafe says, hand squeezing around your waist. you lower your book to look at him, and he catches a glimpse of watery eyes before you lift the book back up. he grabs it from your hand before you can react, holding your wrists in place as the book gets cast away to the floor. âdidnât mean it like that. mâjust busy today, thatâs all. how about we get something sweet after dinner? keep you occupied until i finish.â
you eye him suspiciously for a second, before softening up.Â
âokay,â you agree hesitantly. he reaches over you to grab your book from the floor, placing it on your lap.âyou made me lose my page, rafe!â
youâre funny, rafe thinks, how you seem more upset about the book than his earlier words.
the next few times it resolves itselfâhe tries to be gentler with his words, but even when heâs not, youâre starting to understand he doesnât always mean what he says. at least, he thought you were.
that morning, heâd left you in his bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you tried to grab his hand and make him stay. you were half-asleep, and you probably didnât even hear him say goodbye. at least he thought you didnât.
rafe didnât mean to spend so long at barryâs, the time just got away from him in the afternoon. and then topper blew up his phone with some crap, kelce told him to bring some product from barryâs to the houseparty that evening. in the haze, your message asking where he was got ignored.
rafe walks into his bedroom at quarter past midnight. he thinks he should call you, but heâs sure youâre asleep by now. thatâs why heâs surprised to see you waiting on his bed, flipping through your book.
âjesus, kid-â he stops in place, taking you in. you look like you always do, wearing his shirt and playing with your hair, looking up at him with big eyes. âwhatâre you still doinâ up?â
âyou told me to wait for you.â you set your book aside, hands folding in your lap. your eyes get watery, but you try to hide it, looking away and blinking fast.
âno, i didnât. thought youâd be back home tonight.â
âthis morning, you said to wait for you until you came back. remember?â he runs a hand through his hand, trying to recall. rafe crouches down to where your legs are hanging off the bed, holding your knees.
âi didnât mean it like that, baby. you were asleep. didnât think you heard me.â
âbut i did.â you start crying, and youâre so mad at yourselfâyou always start crying around rafe. you hate it. you move to wipe away the tears but rafe beats you to it.
âokay, okay. mâsorry. mâhere now, alright?â
âbut itâs not okay-â your voice cracks in a sob.
âwhatâs not okay?â rafe is just confusedânormally youâre much more compliant once youâre reassured heâs not upset with you.Â
ây-you didnât even reply to my text all day.âÂ
âi didnât see it, kid. why didnât you call me?â
âi didnât wanna b-bother you.â you start weeping, tears collecting on the shirt of his that youâre wearing.
âwell, just bother me. iâll always answer you.â
âis this a g-game to you?â you question, standing and suddenly feeling defensive and hopelessly upset. you donât know where you find the confidence to ask a question like that, you just feel like everythingâs crashing down around you.
âwhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
âdid you just-just wanna see if iâll do whatever you say? because i-i donât deserve that, i deserve something real-â rafe moves quickly, holding your face in his hands, not tightly, just firmly
âthis is fuckinâ real. you think i apologize to fuckinâ anybody?â you shake your head.
âiâm scared, rafe.â it comes out softly, a whisper in his quiet room. âiâve been yours since you drove me home that day.â
âkid, iâve been yours since i first laid eyes on you.â you melt, resting your head against his chest, getting the rest of your tears out while he holds your shaky body. âand if youâre scared, fuckinâ tell me first.â
âokayâŚi will. sor-â he grips your cheeks tight, stopping your words.
âi told you to stop apologizinâ.â you nod. ânow get into bed. itâs too fuckinâ late for you to be up.â
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