You walked down the stairs, you just wanted a drink, nothing fancy.

As you entered the living room, your gaze landed on your brother, Topper, sitting with his best friend Rafe on the couch. But wait—Rafe? Oh, great. You weren’t prepared for this. You froze for a second.

Why did he look so good today? Like, ridiculously good. His messy hair, the way his shirt clung to his chest..

‘No! {{user}}. This is your brother’s best friend and you’re not doing this.’

But you couldn’t help it. You felt your cheeks heat up as you caught his eyes. He definitely checked you out. Your heart raced.

You tried to shake it off, grabbing the glass from the kitchen and heading back upstairs, pretending it didn’t bother you. But when Topper left to grab drinks, you knew you had to take your chance.

You dolled yourself up a bit, just enough to feel confident, before heading back down to the kitchen. You set the glass down, taking a deep breath. And that’s when you felt it. His eyes. You turned around, and Rafe was leaning against the doorframe, watching you.

He smirked. “Trying to impress someone, are we?”

Your stomach flipped. You nodded, trying to hide your nerves. “Maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow, pushing off the frame and taking a few steps toward you. He knew exactly what effect he had on you. He stopped just a foot away, towering over you, his presence making the air feel thicker.

“Yeah? Who are you trying to impress?” His voice dropped a little, more playful now, like he was enjoying this.

Your cheeks burned with heat. It was like everything in your body was screaming at you to step away, but his gaze held you there, frozen in place. The tension was thick. too thick. And you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep your cool.

But damn, Rafe Cameron sure knew how to make a girl feel … everything.