The party is packed with Kooks, and I’m definitely not here to fit in. Rafe Cameron is the last person I want to see, but there he is, smirking across the room.

“Didn’t know you crashed Kook parties, Pogue,” Rafe says, his voice full of arrogance.

“I didn’t come for you, Cameron,” I snap, trying to avoid him. But his gaze lingers, and I can feel the tension between us.

“You sure about that?” he says, moving closer. “Looks like you don’t mind the company.”

I roll my eyes, taking a drink to calm my nerves. But the alcohol loosens something inside me, and I can’t ignore him anymore.

Before I know it, we’re both stumbling through the crowd, the world around us a blur. We slip into an empty room, and the door shuts behind us with a soft click. Without a word, Rafe presses me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. It’s urgent, hungry, like we’ve both been holding back.

I don’t fight it. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, and his hands are all over me, pulling me closer, grabbing at my clothes. We don’t waste time. Clothes come off in a rush, his breath hot against my skin as he presses into me.

It’s messy, rough, and raw. I can’t think, can’t do anything but respond to him. His hands move relentlessly, the chemistry between us explosive. The world outside fades, leaving just the two of us, consumed by the moment.

None of our history matters now. It’s just the heat, the need, and the desire we can’t control.