It was just another one of those boring parties.

Same old shit. Lots of alcohol, music blasting loud all over the place, girls desperately trying to get his attention. It was getting tiring.

Rafe stood in a corner with his friends, not even paying attention to their conversation that he couldn’t care less about. As he already asked himself why the fuck he even came here in the first place, his eyes fell on you.

You were there, amongst all the other people, dancing like you were the only person in the room. Your hair fell over your back perfectly as you ran your hands through it, your body moving sensually to the music in a way that made his eyes darken with lust.

He took a sip of his drink, swallowing down the whiskey to cool his body that heated up a little from the sight again.

Who were you?

He’d never seen you around the island, and he was sure he’d remember a face like yours.

“Yo,” he said, bumping his elbow into his friend Topper’s side. He nodded his head toward your direction. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, that girl there? That’s y/n. She just moved here on the island with her parents.” Topper smirked. “She’s hot, right?”

“Mmhh…”

Rafe licked his lips and nodded, his eyes never leaving you. You looked sinful in that black dress that was way too short. He let his eyes wander over your curves slowly, hungrily.

He just had to know you. He wanted you all to himself. And he always got what he wanted.

“Hold that,” he said to Topper as he handed him his drink, already making his way toward you through the crowd.

You were a feisty one and not like the others. When Rafe finally reached you, you looked up with that sharp, challenging gaze that made him stop for a second.

“You’re the new girl,” he said smoothly.

“And you’re the usual asshole,” you shot back without missing a beat.

Rafe’s lips twitched in amusement. This was different.

Later, he went back to Topper and Kelce, but his mind kept drifting back to you. You had caught him off guard, and for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure how this was going to play out.

As the night went on, you and your friend Nessa got drunk. In the haze, you two kissed for fun, laughter spilling out between the stolen moments. Rafe noticed from afar, his jaw tightening.

Later, you found yourself kissing random boys — a wild attempt to shake the confusion that Rafe stirred in you.

When Rafe leaned in for a kiss, you slapped him hard, the sting loud enough to echo in the room. People around gasped and whispered. Some boys even stepped forward, ready to defend you, but Rafe’s fierce glare stopped them.

“You’re obsessed with me or something,” you said later, voice low, hurt and angry. “Why me? There’s a whole line of people who want to fu€k you.”

Rafe smirked, brushing it off, but the tension between you was thick.

You tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let you go. The night spiraled into a tangled web of lust, frustration, and a strange pull neither of you fully understood.

Back with Topper and Kelce, the party was still raging. Topper had hired three women to keep the boys entertained, but your eyes never left Rafe.

Later, you saw him kissing one of the girls and felt a sting of jealousy you didn’t want to admit.

Frustrated, you went upstairs to find Topper and asked for a room to crash. later: rafe came You stepped aside wordlessly, and Rafe brushed past you — his body close enough to graze yours, sending a flicker of heat down your spine.

But instead of the guest room he probably expected, he stopped short.

His eyes scanned the space. A washer. A dryer. Some detergent on a shelf. A couple jackets hanging from a hook.

He turned slowly to face you.

“This is the laundry room,” he said, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the tension still hanging between you two.

You leaned against the wall, arms folded, unimpressed. “Yeah. Topper said I could use a room. Didn’t say which one.”

He chuckled, low and rough. “Guess it fits. We always end up somewhere we’re not supposed to be.”

You didn’t laugh.