Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

After officially landing, Rafe holds my hand whilst leading me out of the jet,

I thank the pilot and the workers as Rafe has a brief conversation with them,

I meantime inhale in the air of the city that we've structured so many memories in,

Lights twinkle, cars drive by and a distant buzz of helicopters above us makes me sigh with relief,

We're finally here...

Rafe is holding me beside him,

He is so visibly exhausted, I just want us to get to the flat quicker, he didn't sleep and was most-definitely in not the most comfortable position whilst I was asleep...

Rafe's POV:

I keep my eyes on her, making sure that she's not cold,

I can barely keep my eyes open, however I attempt to not make it visible near her and the workers,

She looks exhausted, we need to get to the apartment quicker...

Walking towards the car, I open the door for her as she sits in,

The chauffeur is opening the door for me, as I sit in beside Y/n,

She looks so beautiful, simply sitting there is purely enough...

Y/n's POV:

'Are you cold?' He asks,

'No, I'm fine.' I smile back as he nods, however I see him reach for the temperature measurer, as he functions it to be warmer,

His hand rests on my leg,

This all feels too analogous, too familiar, we've been here before, however that time, Rafe was trying to make my life miserable as his hand was most certainly not on my thigh,

Back then we were going to that flat with one bed,

I wonder...would we still be in the same car, on our way to our flat if I would have decided to just sit in jail for three months-rather than participate in the mission...?

Maybe, all this continuous despise was simply us camouflaging the devotion, because it overpowers us?

Our desires,

They are bloody invincible, so if we would've admitted to our devotion earlier,

It could have corrupted us...possibly, or maybe we would've been in our apartment by now...who knows.

I notice that the chauffeur us parking in what looks like a garage, I was so delved into my contemplative thoughts that I didn't catch the way the entire building looks, nonetheless, I'll have enough time to do that later...

Rafe opens the door for me, as he leads me towards the lift,

I thank the driver as he nods and walks back towards the car-right before the lift's doors could shut close,

I look at Rafe from below as his eyes sweep towards me, smirking at the way I turn crimson,

'We'll go immediately to bed, you need to get some rest...'

'So do you.' I respond as he shakes his head and cranes his head back to let out a sigh...

'You're always so obstinate.'

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Opening the door, my eyes scan the entire purlieu of the apartment as Rafe sets the baggage on the floor,

A classic-yet so fascinating panoramic window that traces over the whole of the flat,

I can't really see on what is behind the corner, however I can distinguish a kitchen counter with several lanterns above it,

I let out a chuckle of glee after seeing a grant piano at one side, looking at Rafe as he faintly smirks,

'We do have to continue our lessons...Mrs. Cameron.' He explains,

We momentarily go upstairs,

My brain cannot process any more at the moment as I've planned to explore the perimeter once we wake up,

Rafe opens the door for the bedroom, as I examine it,

A massive-securely looking poster bed with four pillars at each corner, a white-wispy sofa on it's right, as behind it, there's a balcony attached to a window,

A television at the front, drawers beneath it and another door, to what I assume is the bathroom,

There's a soothing carpet beneath the bed, stretching slightly at the sides of it,

Glancing through the window, I get another view that never ceases to fascinate me,

I look at Rafe who walks towards me, tilting his head,

Wrapping my hands around his neck, we press our foreheads as he exhales,

'Let's go to sleep, I'll show you everything tomorrow love.' He whispers as I nod,

'Yes, alright...'

—-

Once we've finished with changing our clothes, Rafe turns off the lights with a fancy remote,

He clads me with our duvet as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him,

His other hand beneath my head as he softly caresses my shoulder,

I cradle in his chest, still feeling his cologne gently,

His chin remains at the top of my head as he whispers,

'Finally...'

I smile as he pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my forehead...

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