It's not serious, it never was supposed to be. That's what you two agreed on. You are a Pogue from Deep in the Cut, who lives in a trailer with your drug-dealing older brother Barry. You are also friends with the Pogues, the ones that Rafe hates more than anything. You are everything that Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince, hates.

It was supposed to stay physical, an outlet for the both of you, but you have found yourself falling for Rafe's mother fucking Cameron. You love how he wakes up and won't get out of bed for 30 minutes. You love how he shoves his cold feet and hands on your skin to keep himself warm and you cool down. You love how he plays with his rings, how he always has his hands moving.

You have fallen for the Kook Prince, and you weren't going to tell him. You really weren't. But it happened. It slipped through your lips before you could even stop it.

He is moving in and out of you, his hands wrapped around your hips, and his movements are slow but deep. You two are looking into each other's eyes, mouths closed but not kissing. You two are breathing each other's air. You feel tears in your eyes when you realize it.

You love him. You are fucking in love with him. He is everything that you fucking wanted and everything that you didn't know you needed. He is everything to you. The way that he smirks at you, the way that he touches you softly now, the way that he makes love to you more than he fucks you. The way that he will place a hand on your lower back when you two are out, the way that he softens when he looks at you, the way that he listens to you. And the way that he fucking make you feel.

You can't even stop it, not when you know it now. He hits that one spot that makes your back arch and your body squeeze up. He moans lowly as you gasp out in a broken voice, "I love you, I'm sorry but I love you."

Rafe stops, his body slows down and he pulls back looking at you in your eyes, "W-What did you just say to me?"