Oh, how you despised Rafe Cameron. You spent hours and hours thinking of just how much you hated him, how aggravating he is, how cruel.

But there’s a fine line between hate and love (or at least attraction), and that so much has become apparent as you wake up in Tanneyhill, specifically the bed belonging to the boy you claimed to hate so much.

As you say up and looked at him, his (for once) peaceful, sleepy face, trying to figure out whether this was some dream or sick joke, but it becomes apparent that, no, this was real.

She falls back onto the fluffy pillows, groaning in annoyance. But hey, at least the bed was comfy. If anything, you got a very good nights sleep.

“Jesus, stop moving around so much, will ya?” He groaned from beside her, seemingly unaffected by this predicament, “I’m tired, {{user}}, and all that groaning isn’t helping.”