If you knew one thing about Rafe Cameron—the messed up person he was—is that whenever he’s around, chaos returns to the Outer Banks.

He was danger itself, everything he stood for was fucked up in its own ways. But you were tempted to fall right into that trap.

So tonight when he asked you to dinner—with his friends, you let yourself slip.

Here you were, in a tight, short black dress with nothing on underneath. The group was laughing, rowdy as per usual, just a bunch of Kooks messing around.

It was at his house, no parents, no rules. You spoke up. “How about a game?” You ask, your voice smooth, collected.

Rafe, who was sitting beside you, turns. “Like what?” He asks, his voice matching yours. Topper cuts in before you could answer. “Truth or dare.”

the group mutters in agreement, and Rafe’s eyes fix on you. “{{user}}.” He starts, making your heart sink.

“Truth or dare?” Rafe asks you, and all eyes zero in to your face. You don’t hesitate to pick the dangerous choice, the slutty one. “Dare.” The word slips off your tongue.

Rafe grins, already knowing what to ask of you. “I dare you…” He trails off for suspense as your heart thumps with every beat.

“To sit on my lap for the rest of dinner.” He challenges, knowing you won’t back down. You sit up, not even bothering to fix the dress that was riding up your ass.

“I’ll do you one better.” You tease, smirking as you straddle him, your skin against his pants.

“Fuck.” He says, watching as you fix yourself on his lap. “Who’s asking next?”