The frat party was still going into the early morning. You’d been drinking for most of the night, making conversation with Rafe’s frat buddies. You weren’t really sure what to think of them. The way some of their eyes were focused on anywhere but your eyes, made you feel slightly uncomfortable. You wondered if Rafe was noticing it too. You shook your head, your mind drifting to what would happen later. When Rafe would you tug you away from the crowd and upstairs into his bedroom.

Rafe pressed up behind you, his chest flush against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lowered his head to your ear, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel your body already reacting to his presence. He pressed a hot mouthed kiss against your neck, before whispering in your ear, “Go upstairs baby. I’m right behind you.

You nodded, glad to finally be getting away from his friends. He gave you a smirk, before releasing you from his arms. You started walking away, stalling as you remembered you didn’t know what room upstairs was. You turn around and start heading back to him, pausing when you see his friends clapping him on the back.

“I’ll let you know if she’s all mouth” you hear him say, the bragging tone not escaping you. That smirk of his widens as he winks at them, laughing. You felt frozen to the spot, your cheeks flushing as you took in his posturing.

He starts laughing again, his frat bros joining in. They exchange high fives, clapping him on the back again. The whole exchange made you feel sick. Then one of his friends looks up and notices you standing there, he leans closer to Rafe alerting him of your presence, and the group goes quiet.

“What did you just say?” You demand, storming over to him. “Are you joking?” you’re bristling with anger. Your embarrassment forgotten as you glare at him, your chin raised, almost daring any of the morons surrounding him to laugh now.

“What do you mean?” He looks down at you, his face now looks perfectly calm. But you’d seen the flash of panic that had been there when you’d approached. That brief realization where he thought, ‘oh shit.’