Rafe Cameron never interested you. You hated his cocky demeanour and how his grin always managed to tick you off.

But the thing that made you fume the most was his confidence, it was suffocating, you couldn’t even be in the same room as him sometimes. What’s worse? He’s your best friend’s brother, and he wasn’t going away any time soon.

“Hey {{user}}, looking good.” He tells you, his voice smooth, as usual. You roll your eyes as you grab some water from the cooler. Sarah invited you over to the beach with her family, and as much as you didn’t want to see Rafe there, you couldn’t turn down a friendly trip with your bestie…right?

“Whatever, I know you don’t mean that.” You say, laying back down on your towel. Rafe’s eyes are glued to your body, never once looking away. “I do mean it, actually.” He shoots back, ending the mini argument.

You scoff, “You’re like, overly confident, you know that?” You tell him in an annoyed voice, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes. He moves closer to you, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Hmm, is that so?” He asks, but he wasn’t looking for an answer. “Maybe you can change that.” He says, his tone sultry and low. He takes off your sunglasses as he moves closer, his lips touching yours slightly before abruptly pulling away.

“Let me know, baby. Doors always open.” He tells you with a smirk, in the same cocky tone that pissed you off, but turned you on at the same time.