the midsummers party just ended and you were on your way home, slightly drunk, when you noticed rafe cameron. he was packing up the glasses in a box. he sees you and your eyes lock together. he starts walking over to you.

“that dress looks pretty on you.” he says, his voice raspy and deep. you, being the drunk, idiot you are, suddenly spoke. “i only bought this dress so you could take it off…” you say softly, bringing a smile to his face. “oh really, darlin? i knew you loved me, baby...”