Being a sweet little secret wasn’t exactly your plan, but oh boy.

It tasted so much better than you could imagine.

Everyone else thought that you and Rafe hated each other with all your hearts, which was true..until one party. You didn’t really knew what exactly happened because you were too drunk for it, but you knew something had happened that night.

From that time, when you walked past him he was always looking at you, smiling or winking. But no one knew. Only the two of you.

"No Sarah. You know I wouldn’t sleep with {{user}}” Rafe said as Sarah was asking him about the two of you for like millionth time. “She’s a pogue, remember?”

But oh how much of a liar he was.

The way he teased you, the way his touch lingered a little too long when no one was watching. The way you could feel the heat radiating off him when he walked past you, the smirk always tugging at the corner of his lips. It was all a secret. And it was so much more thrilling that way.