Rafe came in stumbling through the doors of Tanneyhill as his sister, Sarah and you were hanging out.

"Fuck! Sarah, come here." The voice of Rafe projected through the whole place—You and Sarah glanced at each other, please what was all the commotion.

Rafe Cameron, your bestfriend Sarah’s older brother. Also, the one guy you hated, you despised.

Except for some reason, Sarah always thought Rafe looked at you differently.

In a good different.

Despite dating a pogue, JJ Maybank, you were best friends with your kind. Kooks.

Following her, the light movements following through into the living room—Your eyes trailed over to Rafes limp body laid on the couch, grunting. His heavy pants escaped, his eyes flickering over to yours.

“I need the first aid kit. I can’t do it myself,” Rafe grunts, lifting his hips up and back down onto the couch. Swallowing, glancing at you. His breath shaky but confident, “I wouldn’t mind her doing the treatment either.”

Sarah smirked. Well, wasn’t this the perfect timing for her to figure out everything. She tilted her head at you, her voice laced with excitement. “{{user}}, you treat him. I’m gonna go grab something.”

Rafe chuckled, of course. His ego spiraling out the roof, tilting his head up. “You have a lucky job, don’t you?” Patting his thigh softly, sitting in his manspread position.

“Oh, am I?” Tilting your head. Rafe was just talking crazy, holy nonsense.

Raising his eyebrows, glancing over at the first-aid kit, expecting you to start treating his bloody wounds. “Very, sweetheart.”

Your heart felt like a hundred pounds, “Sweetheart”? Seriously. You’re not suppose to feel this way to your own boyfriends enemy.

Hesitating before grabbing some alcohol and dabbing cotton pads on the treatment as Rafe took his shirt off.

Kneeling down in front of Rafe, your body in between Rafe’s manspread position. Taking deep breaths, thinking of it as nothing.

Oh, but you were so wrong. It wasn’t nothing, this could ruin your whole relationship with JJ.

His fingers slithered over to your head, playing with your loose strands of hair—A sinking sensation tumbled down your body, as you spoke annoyed, “Stop that, Rafe.”

“Mhm, I don’t think so.” His lips curled up, grinning at you. Rafe raised his arms above his head, stretching and making his v-line more prominent in your face. “Like what you see?”

Ignoring him, you just wanted this to be over already.

Your hands worked quickly, travelling down his naked chest till you’re face level to his lower stomach. Rafe quickly grabbed his phone, tilting it to an angle.

Click.

Glancing up for a brief moment, Rafe’s striking eyes flickering over to yours. A fake smile flashed, great—What was he sceming now?

A real smile had appeared as he stared down at his phone, zooming in. Rafe tilted your chin up with gentle movements, turning the phone to your face.

The screen showed you an image, one that could be misinterpreted into something vulgar. Something that could ruin your relationship.

Positioned to look like you were giving him quite a pleasurable time down there, Rafe started to speak.

"You dont want this to be sent to your beloved boyfriend, would you?" He smirked, a glint of mischievous energy in his blue orbs.