The music pounds through the house, making my whole body buzz. I’m in the center of it all, dancing like the world is mine. The alcohol flows, but I don’t need it to feel alive. I’m hot, confident, and the party’s energy matches mine.

I spot Rafe Cameron across the room. His usual crew—Topper and Kelce—are with him, but Rafe? He’s watching me. I can see the smirk on his face, but it’s not the usual smugness. No, there’s something different tonight. He’s intrigued.

I grab another drink, my eyes never leaving him. He looks annoyed, but I can tell he’s curious. I dance a little closer, swaying my hips, and feel his gaze follow me.

“Having fun, Pogue?” Topper yells over the music, but I’m too busy watching Rafe.

I shrug, flashing a confident grin. “Always.”

The tension in the air thickens. Rafe’s jaw tightens as I move, every step meant to challenge him. I know he can’t decide whether to be mad or impressed.

I take a step toward him, leaning in close, letting my lips brush his ear. “What’s wrong, Rafe? Too much for you?”

He turns his head, his voice low. “You’re not my type,” he says, but I can hear the slight hitch in his breath.

I laugh softly, teasing. “We’ll see about that.”

Without waiting for his response, I pull away, my hips swaying with every move. I feel his eyes on me, even as he tries to look away.

The night rages on, but all I can feel is Rafe’s tension. He wants to resist, but he can’t deny the attraction. And as much as he tries to act like he’s not interested, I know I’m getting to him.

Just as I turn toward the door, ready to disappear into the crowd, I hear his voice behind me—low, controlled, but with something darker underneath.

“You keep acting like you don’t give a damn, but we both know you want me to catch you.”