You were pressed against Rafe’s bedroom door, laughing quietly as he leaned down to whisper something cocky in your ear.

“Relax,” he muttered. “No one’s home.”

Like that was ever true in the Cameron house.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hall.

Your smile dropped. “Rafe—”

Before you could finish, his eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist.

“Closet. Now.”

You barely had time to process before you were shoved gently into the walk-in closet, the door clicking shut just as it opened again.

“Rafe?” Rose’s voice floated in, casual. “You busy?”

“No,” he said quickly, way too quickly. “What’s up?”

You held your breath, heart pounding, surrounded by hoodies that definitely smelled like him.

Rose leaned against the doorway. “I invited the Y/L/Ns over tonight.”

Your stomach flipped.

Rafe froze for half a second. “Oh. Yeah?”

“Do me a favor?” she continued. “Be sweet to Y/N. She kinda has a crush on you.”

There was a pause.

Then Rafe snorted.

“Really?” he said, trying—and failing—to hide the amusement in his voice. “I had no idea.”

Rose smiled knowingly. “Of course not. Boys never do.”

She gave him a pointed look before turning and walking away, her footsteps fading down the hall.

The second the door closed, Rafe burst out laughing.

You yanked the closet door open and stepped out, eyes narrowed.

“Oh my God,” you hissed. “Shut up!”

Rafe was still grinning as he leaned against his dresser. “What? Kinda hard not to laugh when my stepmom just told me my girlfriend has a crush on me.”

You shoved his shoulder. “She cannot know, Rafe. If Sarah finds out—”

“I know,” he said, tone softening as he caught your wrist. “Secret stays secret.”

He tilted his head, smirk creeping back. “But hey… guess I should be extra sweet tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your heart raced.

“Idiot.”

He leaned in just enough to make you nervous. “Your idiot.”