A Minute More🤍

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The night was thick with the sounds of the city—the distant hum of cars, the murmur of voices, the soft flicker of streetlights casting pools of light along the sidewalks. The city felt alive, buzzing with energy, but to you, it all felt distant. It was like you were standing on the edge of something bigger than this—something that had everything to do with the person standing in front of you.

Rafe was leaning against the side of his car, the world around him fading as you watched him. His eyes were trained on you, dark and intense under the soft glow of the streetlights, and you couldn't look away. There was something about the way the city lights played off his features—something about the way he made everything feel more real than it had in a long time. The city may have been alive, but in this moment, everything seemed still, silent, and perfect, with just the two of you standing there.

You could hear the distant noises—the honking of cars, the murmurs of people heading out for their nights, the familiar chaos of the city. But none of it could break the focus you had on Rafe. None of it mattered.

"I don't want to leave you," you said quietly, the words almost slipping from your lips without warning. You hadn't meant to speak them aloud, but it felt as if they had been sitting on your chest for hours, maybe days. The moment they escaped, you realized just how much you meant them.

Rafe's eyes softened, his lips curling into that small, knowing smile you loved so much. He pushed himself off the car and took a few steps toward you. "I don't want you to leave either, love," he said, his voice low and warm, like a soft embrace in the cold night. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered, his thumb lightly grazing your skin as if he was memorizing the moment. "But I know you've got places to be," he continued, his voice quieter now, tinged with something unspoken. "You always do."

You shook your head, your chest tightening at the thought of walking away from him tonight. "I don't care about all of that right now," you murmured, your voice steady but soft. Your eyes searched his, the emotion in them so raw it made your throat ache. "The city's loud, the lights are bright, but none of it matters. None of it shines as bright as your eyes do when you look at me."

Rafe's lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something, but he stopped. Instead, his gaze locked onto yours, and the intensity in his eyes made you feel like the rest of the world had fallen away. He took your hands in his, his grip firm but gentle, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

"I'd trade all of it," he said, his voice steady and certain. "All the city lights, all the views... I'd give it all up just for one more minute with you. Just to stand here with you, to hold you, to breathe you in." His words hung in the air like a promise, unbreakable and heavy with meaning. You felt your heart tighten, the weight of his love pressing against your chest in the most beautiful way. He didn't have to say anything else—those words were enough to wrap themselves around you, pulling you closer to him.

You stepped toward him, erasing the space between you. Your fingers laced through his as you looked up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just one more minute," you said, echoing his sentiment. "That's all I want. Just one more minute with you before everything else starts moving again."

His hands left yours, only to settle on your waist, drawing you in even closer. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face like he was committing it to memory. "If I could freeze this moment, I would," Rafe murmured, his voice almost breaking. "Because I know once you walk away, it'll feel like the world's moving too fast again. And I hate that. I hate knowing you're not by my side."

Your chest tightened, his words striking a chord so deep you didn't know how to respond. Instead, you let your actions speak for you. Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumb brushing against the faint stubble on his jaw. You could feel his breath hitch as you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. It wasn't hurried, wasn't rushed—it was full of everything you couldn't say out loud.

The city around you blurred into nothing. The cars, the voices, the neon lights—they all faded away. All that existed was the warmth of Rafe's hands on your waist, the way his lips moved against yours, and the steady thrum of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, suspended in the quiet, tender intimacy of it all.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the chilly night air. "I don't want you to go," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. His vulnerability wasn't something he often showed, but here, in this moment, he let it spill over. "I'm selfish like that, love. I want to keep you here with me. I don't care about the cars outside or the plans waiting for you. I just... I need you here."

Your hand slid down to his chest, resting over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath your palm. "Then don't let me go," you said softly, your voice barely audible. "We can stay here, just like this, for as long as we can. I don't need anything else."

He let out a soft laugh, one that was tinged with sadness but also laced with relief. "You always know what to say to make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world," he said, his lips brushing against your temple.

The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other, as the world continued on around you. The streetlights flickered, the distant sounds of the city carried on, but none of it mattered. Time felt like it had slowed down just for you, giving you the chance to savor every second.

"I love you," you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. They felt right, though—like they had been waiting to be said all night.

Rafe froze for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if he was making sure he'd heard you right. Then, his lips curled into the softest smile you'd ever seen. "I love you too," he said, his voice quiet but full of conviction. "More than you'll ever know."

He leaned down and kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours like he was afraid to let go. And for a while, neither of you moved. The city lights continued to flicker, the cars outside kept passing by, but in his arms, you felt like time had stopped.

When you finally pulled away, Rafe kept you close, his hands still resting on your waist. "We'll steal every minute we can," he said, his voice steady now, full of determination. "I'll make sure of it."

You smiled, your heart full, and for the first time that night, the city didn't feel so overwhelming. You didn't care about the plans waiting for you, or the cars idling on the street. All that mattered was Rafe, and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that existed.

"Just one more minute," you said again, leaning your head against his chest.

And in his arms, you realized that even if time moved on, even if the world pulled you apart, you'd always find your way back to him. Because with Rafe, one more minute would never be enough—but it would always be worth everything.

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