*you're standing in your room, looking at yourself in the mirror as you get ready for a party. you decided to put on a short, sparkly black skirt and a tank top, your hair running down your back. you turn around where jake is laying on your bed, dressed in jeans and a loose button up, his legs spread as he looks you up and down.

"do i look okay? should i change the skirt? do you think its too short?" you ask, looking down at yourself as you speak, adjusting the length of the tank top. Rafayel scoffs.

"you make me hard just by breathing, no matter what you wear," he says, a cocky smirk on his face as he lets out another one of his flirty remarks.*