You were minding your own business when your phone buzzed.

Rafe Cameron [1 Image] 2:17 PM

You opened it without thinking — and nearly choked on your iced coffee.

A mirror selfie. Bathroom light. No shirt. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his arm was flexed just enough to show off the bicep you had definitely noticed before, but never quite this close.

The veins. The tattoos. The stupidly cocky half-smile on his face.

Rafe: “That what you wanted to see or should I try the left one?” You blinked, cheeks burning. You hadn’t asked for this — not technically — but maybe you’d made one too many comments the other night about his arms. Maybe you’d let your eyes linger just a little too long.

You: “I was working. You’re a menace.” Seconds later:

Rafe: “And yet you opened it immediately.” You rolled your eyes and typed out a reply, deleting it twice before settling on:

You: “You’re really fishing for compliments today, huh?” Another buzz.

Rafe Cameron [1 Image] 2:19 PM

Same pose. Same arm. This time, he bit his lip. Just slightly.

Rafe: “Fishing? Nah. Just figured you might need something to think about later.” Your heart skipped.

You: “You think I think about you like that?” Rafe: “You don’t?” You didn’t answer right away.

Because the truth? You did. More than you wanted to admit. At night. In the shower. In between classes. You thought about what his hands would feel like gripping your thighs. What that smirk would look like pressed against your neck. What that mouth could do if he really wanted to ruin you.

You: “Careful, Cameron. You keep sending pics like that and I might start thinking you want me to come over.” You didn’t expect his reply to come so fast.

Rafe: “That’s the point.” Your stomach flipped.

Rafe: “Door’s unlocked. Bring that attitude. I’ll bring the rest.” You stared at your screen, heart racing, already grabbing your keys before you could second guess it.

Because when it came to Rafe Cameron?

You were always ready for more.