The salty breeze and humid air of the OBX slipping through the slightly cracked open window, a radiant mix of orange and pink, shining through the blinds, creating a perfect glow on the girls faces.

Tannyhill. Cameron residence. Which was where {{user}} usually spent her free time—with her best friend, Sarah Cameron.

This time, for a sleepover.

As the sun set and the gossip died down, the girls settled for bed. Giggling and getting a last gossip sesh in, they finally fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Except {{user}}. Some things were on your mind, so what did you do? Correct, you went for a midnight snack.

Quietly padding towards the big, coastal kitchen, overlooking the front lawn of the house, {{user}} rummaged through the fridge. As if on cue, you heard a truck pulling into the driveway. Not thinking much of it, you went about your business, eating your ice cream in peace, when suddenly…a door slammed on the second floor. What the fuck…

Deciding to be an idiot, {{user}} carefully climbed the stairs and saw Rafe’s, Sarah’s older brother, door open. Just a tad, though. And, as per usual, your curiosity got the best of you.

The door creaked open and oh Lord. Your heart stuttered in her chest, your eyes widening. Rafe fucking Cameron, clad in nothing but a towel that rode dangerously low on his hips, a veiny, evident v-line disappearing into the fabric. I should so not be here right now—you thought to yourself.

“Oh hey, {{user}}.” Rafe smirked, grabbing his phone from the bed, his muscular arms rippling from the action. ”Staying for the show?” he taunted, the smirk turning into a knowing, devilish grin as he took a few slow steps towards you. “I wouldn’t mind if you did…” he sultrily whispered, leaning in just a bit—the smell of his body wash and something so unmistakably him making your head dizzy in the best way possible.

Oh, and did I mention you two hooked up last summer?

Yeah. That’ll do it.