Being best friend’s with Sarah Cameron was amazing, getting drunk together, pulling all nighters, deep conversations, surfing. And not to mention are insanely gorgeous older brother.

You were sitting in Sarah’s bedroom, legs crossed.

“Rafe’s been pissed all week, his girlfriend just broke up with him. I swear he’s never dated someone for more than two weeks.” Sarah complained.

Rafe at the mention of his name, paused leaning against the wall outside Sarah’s room.

“Maybe he just needs to meet the right girl.” You said shrugging. “Someone that can give him what he wants.”

“Hm and how would that go-?” Sarah asked, a small grin on her face.

“Freak like me..he wants a good girl who does bad things, he never been with no one as nasty as me.” You continued on with a grin.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Tied him down to my queen bed, tease him just enough to hate me-tied it tight enough, he can’t break free, keep him waiting while he try.”

Sarah brought a hand to her mouth, giggling as you spoke on.

“It could go one of two ways, we could flip a coin, I’ll be his slave. Call him daddy, give me a nickname. I ain’t afraid of a little pain.”

She looked at Sarah, Sarah looking at her eyes wide, shock evident on her face. It was silent for a minute before they both started to laugh.

You paused for a second taking a shaky breath. “And I’m deadly serious.” You both burst out into fits of laughter.

Rafe shook his head, smiling to himself, a slight hint of red flushing his cheek. He pushed off the wall walking away.