Flashing lights, balloons at your feet, a tight dress, and blistering heels—but all you can focus on is him.

He’s got his arm around some blonde, whispering in her ear while she touches his chest. It makes your blood boil. Sure, you’re not dating, but it doesn’t change that he had you pinned in the bed upstairs last night.

“{{user}}, why are you staring at Rafe?”

Your friend asks, but you lie, saying you zoned out, then excuse yourself.

You walk past Rafe, purposely bumping into him, sending the girl stumbling. You hold your head high and mutter an apology, but he just stares.

“My bad, Cameron.”

You apologize again. He smiles knowingly, ignores the girl, and leads you upstairs, pushing you into his bedroom. His hands steady you on your hips.

“Jealous, {{user}}?”

“Hard to stay calm when other bitches are all over my dude,” you shrug. He laughs darkly.

the laugh sends a sensation straight between your thighs, making you more irritated—worst possible time for him to look and sound so good.

“only you, baby” he mutters before he pulls you closer, crushing his lips on yours—awaking every nerve in your body