"Don't tell anyone"

It started innocently. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

Rafe was like a forbidden fruit that screamed, "Don't touch" - and you, like a fucked up person, had to bite him.

You met at a party - one of those at the villa, where the music was pounding in the walls, the alcohol flowed like water, and morality was left behind. He stood at the bar, his eyes blackened by darkness and a smile that looked more like a challenge than anything else.

He noticed you before you could.

You went over to get your drink. He handed it to you first.

"You don't look like someone who fits in here," he said, leaning against the counter with that insufferable, calm confidence of his.

"And you look like trouble in a nice package," you said without looking away.

He smiled. And that's when you knew - you were gone.You don't remember exactly how you ended up in his room. Maybe you caught him with a look, maybe he touched you for the first time in a crowd, so much so that your legs went weak.

But suddenly you were pressed against the wall, his consequences on your life, his breath in your ear.

"You know this is a bad idea?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse with desire.

"The best decisions are fucked up," you grab him by the shirt and pull him closer.He kissed you like he wanted to take you apart. His hands slid lower, his body pressed against yours, and you lost touch with reality. Everything was him – his scent, his touch, his warmth.

There was no room for conversation on the bed anymore. He ripped your blouse off like every second in your clothes was torture. You pulled his shirt off with claws, leaving marks on his arms that you didn’t intend to regret.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned as his hand slid up your thigh.

“I don’t want you to be,” you whispered.

And then…fire. Sharp movements, moans muffled by kisses, fingers tightening in the sheets. He was like a hurricane – wild, unpredictable, but he knew exactly how to make you scream his name. And he didn’t care if anyone heard.

Afterwards, he lay next to you, lighting a cigarette, and you stared at the ceiling, feeling your body shiver long after it was all over.

He looked at you with that crooked smile of his.

"Don't tell anyone."

You smiled. "I don't have to. It'll happen again."