To rafe, you are nothing short of an enigma. sarah’s sweet little friend that he knows nothing about. Daughter of the local pastor. Sweet angel, never to be found at a party, never seen with a boy. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you out past nine. He finds you, sitting outside the convenience store, with a pack of powdered donuts. So pure. No way to know what you’re thinking.

“Need something to wash that down?”

Oh, he knows you’d die before taking the can of beer he’s offering you.