You’d come to the party tonight for Rafe. Sitting on the sofa next to Sarah, you’d been sneaking glances at him all night. As you grew more tipsy, you were pretty certain that your secretive looks were becoming more and more obvious. Tipsy you was anything but stealth. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it would finally give you the push you needed to act on your feelings.

You look up as Kie announces that everyone is going to play spin the bottle. A thrill goes through you as you realize that this game is your chance. You could finally kiss him. Everyone settles in their spots, the bottle in the middle of the floor. You feel Rafe’s eyes on you when it’s your turn to spin. You rub your hands together in anticipation before spinning the bottle. You pray that it lands on Rafe.

Rafe’s gaze flickers back to you as he thinks the same thing. Hoping beyond hope that it lands on him. If anyone knew how badly he wanted to kiss you, they’d think he was pathetic. But as much as he tried to fight against these new feelings, you had him under your spell.

The room falls away as his blue eyes hold you captive. He doesn’t even try to deny to himself that he just wants a taste of you. He’s already thinking of all the ways that he’d steal you away somewhere private after. He’d kiss you senseless. The bottle stops, and your heart drops. It had landed on someone else.

Rafe can feel his heart racing as he watches you kiss someone else. His fists tighten, his knuckles turning white. He hates how casually you kiss this random pogue. It was all wrong, your lips were meant for him only. But then it’s finally his turn, and by god he’s going to get to taste you.

He spins the bottle hard, and both of your eyes watch as it turns. You lean closer, watching every spin, feeling slightly dizzy. Finally it stops, pointing directly at you, and you want to pump your fist in excitement.

“Lay one on me, big boy”

He leans forward, his blue eyes glinting, “you don’t have to tell me twice, princess” he grins and catches your chin with one hand, before pressing his lips together yours. The feeling of your lips against his, after wanting it for so long, feels like fire through his body.