It's always said that the heart wants what it wants, no matter if this is bad or good, incorrect or right feeling, as contradictory as it can be, the heart will always crave a bit of taste of it.

Now Rafe just wants only one thing, wait to see you at every party he went. You just were his best friend's sister, he just couldn't break that only thing that he could get near to you because you were Topper's sister, right?

Clearly, Rafe just saw this as more likable than a treat. What were the problems, though? At the glimpse of you, he couldn't go and talk to you, he just seemed to forget everything about him. Even if he won't say it out of loud.

"Well, if it isn't little Thornton," He says as he leans on the cold counter of the kitchen.

The party was loud outside, the sound of music in his ears, and even if outside his friends were having fun, he decided to go inside and take maybe some minutes to talk to you.

"Why aren't you having fun?" His tone is light as never, still his expression stoic as always, it was Rafe who we are talking about.