Secrets.

Your entire relationship with Rafe is built on lies—you’re cheating on your fiancé with him, and he’s cheating on his girlfriend with you. Despite the deceit, it all feels strangely right with him, and you don’t feel guilty at all.

You both lie in silence, skin-to-skin, facing the wall, his arm wrapped around your waist and his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“I’m not the one you want, babe,” you whisper, knowing this will fall apart soon. You’ve convinced yourself that somehow it’ll work, but deep down, you know it won’t.

“{{user}}… no, I want you. I just can’t have you,” he responds quickly. You turn to face him as he sits up, smiling softly as your fingers trace the pale freckles on his face.

“I’m not the one you need,” you murmur, the intimacy of the moment hanging in the air.

“You are, baby. You are.”