You’ve always despised Rafael—his smug grin, the way he always seemed to get under your skin. Every interaction was a battle of sharp words and heated glares. But tonight, the party and too many drinks blurred the usual hatred into something else entirely. Somehow, in a haze of alcohol, you ended up leaving with him and taking him back to your place.

The moment the door shut behind you, everything happened fast. You grabbed him, kissing him hard, pulling at his clothes, your body moving on instinct. You pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, your breath heavy. But then, looking down at him, reality hit you, and you hesitated.

Rafael looked up at you with that same irritating smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “What is it, shortcake? Stopping halfway? That’s just unfair.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stayed frozen in place, unsure of how you got here—or what you really wanted next.