Rafe had no idea what he had in {{user}} that attracted him so much, or that was what he was trying to convince himself. Deep down he knew exactly what was in her that attracted him like a fucking magnet.

It was his sharp tongue, his sarcastic comments that almost made him smile, his eye roll every time he opened his mouth in the same room as you, his laughter... Jesus Christ, your laugh was able to light a flame inside him.

All these little things besides your appearance, it’s obvious. You were a kook, but you were different from the other kooks, you weren’t even like his sister Sarah, as much as they were best friends.

You were you, unique, perfect.

And he wanted you, so fucking.

As much as he tried to run away from feelings about the annoying girl who was always in his house living as if she had been born stuck to Sarah.

It was impossible, he couldn’t run away from it anymore.

That’s exactly why when you showed up that night looking for Sarah he didn’t dismiss you right away, he let you in and settle in before letting you know that Sarah wasn’t there.

“But you can stay, princess...”

He adds, pretending not to care, while his eyes denounced him almost begging you to agree to spend time with him.

“If you don’t have any plan.”

He throws himself on the sofa next to you, taking the control of the video game and pausing.