It was your 19th birthday party.

Rafe had thrown you a huge party to celebrate. Kiara had given you a polaroid camera, Sarah had bought you an expensive dress that you had wanted for a long time, John B, Pope and JJ had given you a surfboard as a gift, the three of them had saved up enough money to buy one for you.

Basically, the party had been so big and loud that even the police had to come and take everyone home, there were so many drunk and passed out people in Rafe's backyard. You had taken several pictures with the camera they had given you, played drinking games and of course, most importantly, you loved your birthday. —

In the morning, you woke up completely tired as if a truck had run over you, your head hurt. Damn, yesterday you had drunk way more than usual and it was a bad decision. It didn't take long for you to start dragging yourself out of the room after taking a decent shower.

The sun from the window enters the living room of the Mansion, making you close your eyes a little because you were feeling sensitive to the light. Rafe was on the couch, drinking a beer. Unlike you, who was suffering from a hangover, he was very calm and even radiant. When he saw you arriving, with his shirt practically covering you, a smile appeared on his face.

"Are you awake yet?" Rafe asked, taking off his sunglasses when he saw you walking to the couch and throwing yourself down next to him. He laughed a little. To him, you looked adorable without makeup and all tired... and with a few hickeys on your body. Proud of what he had done.

"I warned you not to drink too much." He said, patting your thigh, noticing your moans, suffering from a hangover and also tired from other things...