still into you || R.C · Y/n story by @unethical

The bar was loud, sticky, and smelled faintly of spilled beer and salt air. Neon signs buzzed over the pool tables, and somewhere near the back, a speaker crackled with a song that had been popular three summers ago.

Topper Thornton

Oh, thank God. He's been asking for you for like an hour. Well. Sort of.

Kelce

grinning Yeah. Except now he doesn't think you're you.

And there was Rafe. Slumped against the bar, wedding ring catching the light as he gestured emphatically at some poor guy who had made the mistake of standing too close.

Rafe Cameron

—because I have a wife, okay? A really hot wife. And she's not here. So you can just back up.

He squinted toward the door, blue eyes glassy and unfocused, then frowned.

Rafe Cameron

Who is that?

Topper Thornton

deadpan Dude, that's literally your wife.

Rafe Cameron

snorts No. No way. I know what my wife looks like.