The Four Rafes

When he said he was moving in, he hadn’t been joking. He’d gotten really comfortable, like a roach in a dirty corner of the house. She relaxed him, he said. She watched as his face frowned, his eyes momentarily shifting to the packet his fingers were currently digging in, before abandoning it with a sigh. Clearly she was over medicating him with her personal brand of fixing all of Rafe’s issues with her presence remedy.

“Bella, is there more?” he grumbled, not bothering to turn to look at her, his attention fixated on the screen. An entertainment device he discovered on his first weekend over as they worked hard to keep their hands off each other.

She stuttered her shock, her head rearing back. Ah hell no! He wasn’t just over medicated, he was clearly overdosed to the point he’d lost his mind.

“I’m going to kick you!” she gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Huh?” he said absently, his chin raising to her direction, but his eyes still glued to the TV screen.

She slapped the counte