JJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley.
Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.
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tw: heavy sexual content (almost everything after Rafe comes home from the post office)
Days went by. Each morning had been peaceful. Until Rafe woke up early, only to find the rest of the bed empty.
His heart dropped. He sat up immediately, scanning the room. Bexley was nowhere to be seen. The bathroom was empty too. He stood up, panic encasing him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He grabbed his phone, immediately checking for Bexley's location. It said she was here still. But was she? Had she left again? Did she leave her phone? He didn't see the device anywhere in the room.
Fuck.
Not again. He couldn't do this again.
He hadn't even upset her at all, had he? She had no reason to leave.
Rafe raced down stairs, ready to grab a jacket and head out to look for her, only to finally spot her.
Bexley sat outside on the patio couch by the pool. The morning light was barely coming through, but she was reading something.
She looked beautiful out there. Her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, the sun light hitting her bronze skin. If he hadn't been so panicked, maybe he could've admired her. But his mind didn't give him a second of peace. He made his way to her.
Rafe wished he could approach her calmly, but it felt impossible. He stormed outside, Bexley just barely glancing up. She smiled at him, a sweet smile that showed how happy she was to see him. "Good morning-"
He snatched the paper in her hands, pulling it away so her full attention was on him and snapping, "What the fuck were you thinking?"
Bexley winced and leaned back, shocked by the attitude. "W-What?"
"You just fucking left again without saying anything."
Quickly, she shook her head. "I didn't leave. I was just down here. I was-"
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that?!"
Bexley fell silent.
Rafe looked at the paper. "What the fuck is this anyway?"
He read through the first few sentences. He calmed down immediately as he realized what it was that he was reading
"Oh..." His words came out awkward, and guilty.
Bexley snatched it back. "Why do you have to be such a jerk, Rafe?"
The papers she now held again were the rest of the letter from the DNA test conducted on John B, the one stating the technicalities of how the test took place, and how accurate it was.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, obvious uncomfortable with the situation he created. "I was just-"
Bexley stood up, brushing past him and heading inside.
