Your head is spinning. The sheets are a mess, the air still thick with his scent, with what just happened. You stare at the ceiling, trying to steady your breath. Am I dreaming? Or did I really just sleep with Rafe Cameron?

The good girl. The one people least expected to end up tangled with someone like him. If they found out? They’d be shocked. Maybe even disgusted. But does it matter?

You turn your head slightly, catching Rafe sitting at the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. He’s quiet, lost in thought, and he doesn’t realize it yet—but he already misses you. The way your body fit against his, the way you looked at him like he was more than just a reckless disaster.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you sit up, letting the sheet slip slightly off your shoulder. “Regretting it already, Cameron?”

He scoffs, shaking his head before finally meeting your gaze. “You think too much.”

You crawl closer, fingers tracing along his back, making him shiver. “Then stop thinking.”

He exhales sharply, tilting his head, a dangerous grin forming. “Fuck the rest of them,” he murmurs, reaching for you again. “Fuck them all—except us.”

And just like that, the world outside doesn’t exist anymore.