Ambivalently Yours

Crushing It

After round two in the shower (where Rafe finally found out what your mouth could do), he'd put on another movie in his room for the two of you, and you'd promptly fallen asleep. You're awoken the next morning by the unmistakeable sound of ice hitting plastic, and you crack one eye open to see Rafe standing over you, an iced coffee in hand.

"Morning," he says as you sit up and accept the drink.

"Now this is service," you say, taking a sip of the drink. "Four star review."

"Four?" he asks in disbelief. "I think I deserve five."

You pretend to think about it. "Hmm. Five stars? That indicates perfection."

"And what about your experience has not been perfect?" he asks, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

"Well, first off, I smell like a man," you say. "Shower toiletry selection was slim."

"Had I known you were going to lure me into the shower with you—"

"I did not lure you into the shower, you followed me," you point out.

"Regardless, I was not prepared to have a girl in my shower, so I did not stock it accordingly."

"I feel like Kelce would've anticipated such activities," you say casually.

His expression hardens. "Leave Kelce out of this."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Why do you look so jealous right now?" you ask with a laugh.

He turns his nose up at you. "I'm... not," he says indignantly.

"You're jealous of the idea of me and Kelce!" you accuse. "And for no reason. Pretty sure I came over here to see you, after Kelce left."

"Yeah, well..." Rafe trails off, realizing he sounds utterly ridiculous. "I wanted the five star review."

You laugh at him again. "I'll book another room and stay again, maybe you can earn the superhost title after the next time."

"I'm pretty booked. Might be awhile," he says.

You narrow your eyes at him. "By who?"

He gives you a shit eating grin. "Now who's jealous?" he asks. You realize you're acting just like he was moments ago.

"I hate you," you say, giving him the meanest look you can muster.

"Oh, you hate me? Because from what I recall, you were moaning my name last night, begging me for more—"

"You're going to act like you didn't beg at all? Because I clearly remember you saying 'please don't fucking stop' when we were in the shower," you retort, mimicking the way his voice had been all deep and breathy.

"Well excuse me for enjoying having my dick down your throat," he says sarcastically.

"You're excused," you reply.

It's quiet for a moment before you both start laughing. "We can fight about anything," Rafe says, shaking his head.

"You're not wrong," you tell him.

"I'm not wrong about anything," he says.

"You're pushing it," you warn as your phone dings across the room. "Twenty bucks it's Liz," you say, pushing yourself off the mattress to check.

"Not betting, odds aren't in my favor at all," Rafe says.

You grab your phone to check the notification. You're right. It's Liz, wanting to know if you can walk today. You laugh out loud and turn your screen off, choosing to ignore her nonsense.