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Rafe wasn’t good at lying to himself as he believed. She was just someone he was seeing to get the edge off. That’s what he promised himself. But every time, they’d finish practically devouring each other, he held her close to his body. Leaving feather like soft kisses on her body. And he knew… he was fucking whipped.
He swung to harshly against the golf ball, puffing out an angry breath as he watched it go the opposite way he’d meant to hit.
“You’re ass today, man!” Topper teases, taking his own golf cub into his hands. Rafe’s jaw ticks, he takes a deep breath in, trying to reign in his anger.
“Oh don’t be so pissy. Not your day, princess.” Kelce jokes, Rafe doesn’t even bother to throw him a glare.
Both boys continue to laugh, and all Rafe can seem to think about, is her hands on him. Her lips against his, the way her body fit against his. The way he fit inside of her, perfect.
“Dude, you good? You seem,”—Topper gesticulates with his hands—“Away.”
“M’fine Top.” He says gruffly, he swings his golf cub at nothing. His mind elsewhere, floating where he can meet her, when she’s not near by.
Flashes of her face pops up in his memory, her smile.
Sofia
Sofia
Sofia
“Your turn.”
His body covers hers as he kisses her, his hands on the back of her neck, holding her gently. She kisses him back softly, her hands clutching him close.
She laughs into his mouth, a smile breaking loose on his face.
He pulls back, staring at her.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“You’ve been clingy all day.”
He laughs, rubbing his face against her collar bone. He can’t look at her when she’s says it. Can’t bear her seeing how he stares at her.
“Yeah, right.” He says instead, finally daring to look at her. Her eyes are looking up at the ceiling instead. A far away look in her eyes.
“And what if I am? Huh? You going to kick me out?”
His hand brushes her hair off of her face, he lets it rest there. Enjoying how big his palm is compared to her face. She pushes it away, his heart clenches in his chest.
She sits up suddenly, moving to face the other side of the bed. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Sof—”
“Night, Rafe.”
She shuts off the lamp light, darkness cloaking around them, another party in their relationship. Almost like it’s on separate entity, separating them. Reminding them of their roles on this damned island.
“Sof-”
But Sofia doesn’t turn.
He hadn’t meant to scare her. He’d just meant to talk. He knew she’d left her wallet in his yacht. Cause he’d purposefully left it there for her. When she came, she seemed distant. Cold. Wouldn’t get close to him.
He knew. Those fucking Pogues.
Rafe’s hand reaches out for Sofia, invading her space, trying to grab her, trying to give reason.
“Listen to me, Sofia. You can’t—fuck, you can’t trust them.”
She moves backward, he hates how unusually similar this feels to when he and Sarah—
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push that memory away. Did they tell her about that too? A moment of weakness for him. God, he can only imagine how bad this all looks to Sofia.
“Sofia, please.”
“Don’t touch me!”
He winces at her terrified expression, her eyes wide with fear. The way she steps away from him, almost afraid she’ll get hurt if she let him get closer.
No, no, no
“Don’t, don’t, do this to me. Please, please, I-I can’t bear it.”
Sofia backs away, almost at the edge of the yachts tip.
“Get away!”
He moves; nearly running into her, she loses her balance, her feet trying to plant on the yachts tip. He tries to catch her by the wrist. But it futile. They both are thrown overboard.
The water sucks them in, taking them like a sinking boat. Trying to swallow them whole, Rafe reaches for Sofia, trying to get to her. But she pushes up and breaks to the surface. Pushing away from him. He swims up, breaking out from under the water.
“Sofia!” He panics, “Sofia!”
She’s attempting to swim away, he kicks his legs, pushing his arms out to go after her.
“Sofia! Please!”
She laps towards the docks, her hand grasping the pillar that held it.
“No, Sofia!”
“Leave-leave me alone!” She yells, her voice cracking. She lifts her body up, grasping the docks edge.
He swims faster, trying to get to her. His hands wrap around the pillar, hauling himself up.
“Sofia.”
His hand wraps around her ankle, pulling her to him. She turns to glare at him.
He stares at her desperately, as if it’s enough to make her stay. She yanks her ankle free and leaves.
His heart drops in his chest. Watching the love of his life leave him.