You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be lying in Rafe’s arms — especially not when his little sister is your best friend.

It all started when you were changing in Sarah’s room, while she was in the bathroom and he walked in at the exact wrong moment. Later that night, he found you in the bathroom, and well… things just led their way.

Since then, there had been something between you. Whenever you stayed over at Sarah’s, you almost always ended up sneaking into Rafe’s room. At family dinners, the two of you always found an excuse to slip away.

The problem was that you had always had feelings for Rafe. Maybe he had them for you too — he never confirmed it, but the way he looked at you said more than words ever could.

But you felt guilty. So guilty. You were hooking up with your best friend’s brother. You knew you shouldn’t, but your heart kept telling you otherwise.

Rafe was always careful with every step concerning the two of you. Careful enough that no one would ever suspect a thing.

And then there was Rafe’s little obsession with Polaroids — more specifically, spicy Polaroids.

Some showed the two of you kissing or cuddling half-naked. Others were just you — wearing almost nothing.

And honestly, you liked it. Because you trusted him. You knew no one but the two of you would ever see those pictures — or at least, that’s what you thought.

He kept them hidden in a small box inside his nightstand.

This afternoon, Rafe and his parents weren’t home. Which meant Sarah was alone. Her charger had broken, so she went into Rafe’s room to look for his. When she opened his nightstand drawer, she found the box. And, of course, the Polaroids inside.

And now, you were staying at Sarah’s again. Just like always, once she had fallen asleep, you sneaked into Rafe’s room.

You were cuddling, just like always, before things could go any further. And then your heart nearly stopped — you heard footsteps.

The next moment, the door swung open. Sarah stood in the doorway — hurt, angry.

“What the actual fuck are you doing here?!” she shouted, her eyes locking onto yours.

“I… I—”

Rafe cut you off, his voice firm. “It’s not what it looks like, okay?”

But Sarah didn’t believe him. Of course she didn’t. Before you could even process the situation, she stepped closer to the bed, where you were lying in Rafe’s arms. In the next moment, she threw the Polaroids at you both.

“Then tell me what the fuck this is?!” she shouted, her voice trembling with both rage and betrayal.

In that moment, the fragile walls you and Rafe had built to keep this a secret started to crumble before your eyes.