The sound of engines revving mixed with the loud bass spilling out of car stereos in the parking garage. You leaned against Topper’s car, your arms crossed, bored out of your mind.

Being Topper’s little sister meant you inevitably got dragged along on his nights out. That’s how you’d ended up here on a Friday night, watching his friends brag about their fast cars.

You sipped from a bottle of beer you’d swiped out of someone’s cooler, watching as Rafe Cameron climbed out of his black sports car. You had to admit he looked good, all hard lines and muscles clad in a leather jacket that made you weak in the knees.

There was an unspoken rule amongst Topper’s friends that you were off limits. And Rafe seemed more determined than the rest to follow that rule. Or maybe he just didn’t like you, because he was very good at acting annoyed by your mere existence.

Either way, he was the most interesting thing there tonight, and you’d rather engage in snappy comebacks with him than listen to your brother drone on about his engine.

“So, I have a question for you” you drawl as you hop up onto Rafe’s hood, crossing your long legs. You can feel his eyes sweeping over your legs at the moment, even if he sighs in frustration when he meets your gaze.

“And what’s that, Princess?” His tone is bored, like he’s being careful not to give away any emotion that you might pick up on.

“Why don’t you like me?”

“I don’t not like you. This may surprise you, but I don’t really think about you, Princess” Oh, he’s good, but you’re nothing if not persistent when you want something.

“Bullshit. I think you do” you raise your eyebrow in a challenge. “I think you know what this is. I think you’d like it if I was in your backseat” you whisper the last part suggestively, delighting as his body instinctively presses closer to you.

The tension in the air crackles around you, as he stares at you with those intense eyes. You could almost see the moment he decided to act on your words.

“Fuck it” he mutters, pressing you against his car.