Mia's P.O.V
Rafe and I spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. He's actually not bad when he's not controlling and being annoying with all this "YOU'RE MINE" crap. We were both currently in my room watching 'Madea goes to jail'.
He had his back against the headboard while my head was on his chest. He currently had his arm wrapped around me, drawing circles on my back. I shivered slightly at his touch and drew back slightly, causing him to pull me on top of him.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice slightly annoyed.
"To the kitchen," I mumbled, squirming to get out of his arms. He stood up with me in his arms and walked to the kitchen.
"You do know that I have legs, right," I asked him, raising an eyebrow, amused.
"f**k that," he said.
"You won't have to walk
