𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻.. -𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓜𝓬𝓡𝓪𝓮

((user)) wasn’t planning on going to the party, but her best friend dragged her out with promises of free drinks and bad decisions. What she didn’t expect was to see him.

Rafe Cameron Tall, arrogant, always with that smug smirk like he’d just won something she didn’t even know they were competing for. They had hated each other since sophomore year, ever since he made some backhanded comments about her debate skills. Since then, it had been a cold war of eye rolls, sarcastic jabs, and that weird, tense energy that always seemed to show up when they were in the same room.

But somehow, they didn’t walk away. They kept talking. Then drinking. Then dancing too close in a crowded room that blurred into heat and music and looks that lasted too long.It ended in his apartment, in tangled sheets and breathless kisses.Morning came with sunlight and silence.

((User)) sat up, blinking against the light. Rafe was still asleep beside her, arm thrown across the bed like he forgot this wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

She slipped out quietly, pulling on her clothes. “You’re really leaving?” His voice was rough, half-asleep. She didn’t look at him. “That was the deal. One night.” “Right,” he said. A pause. “No strings.”

She nodded, grabbed her jacket, and left without another word.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she told herself it didn’t matter. It was just one night.

So why did it feel like something more?