Rafe adored his personal space and solitude, so when his parents told him they'd be off island for the summer he was grateful for the opportunity to lounge around and do absolutely nothing, with nothing to worry about.

Until somehow he ended up playing saviour for you; a Pogue. He'd had multiple run ins with you in the past, and all of them ended in mutually deranged insults, meaning you two despised each other with every fibre of your beings.

But unfortunately, practicality trumps reason. None of your friends could take you in, so here he was, playing host to a girl who he hated and who hated him right back. But that wasn't even the biggest dilemma. You were hot. And he couldn't stand it.

He walked downstairs, shirtless with a towel thrown over his shoulder, full prepared to go for a swim. Until he saw you already doing laps.

"Jesus christ," he mumbled under his breath as has stepped out onto the patio.