There was a soft breeze in the air that gently tossled your hair and made you lose your place in your book. Looking up, you spotted Rafe approaching the tree you were sitting under, and you waved at him.

Even though you and him had settled into a comfortable friendship, you’d have to be blind not to admire his form as he approached. The man oozed confidence and sex appeal. He had the kind of looks, that when directed at you, would make you forget your own name.

“Hey Princess, have I told you already that you look gorgeous in that dress?”his gaze is intense as his eyes rake over your body. It feels like he’s undressing you with his eyes; like he’s picturing very not friend like things that he’d like to do with you.

You smile at him as he sits down beside you, his leg brushing against yours. The brief contact sends up sparks where your bodies touch.

He leans in closer to you, brushing an errant piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering against your chin.His eyes move down to your lips, and it’s like they’re frozen there, the desire in him to know what your lips would feel like against his overwhelms him. A new feeling for him. He’s never been so consumed by a girl before.

Your breath stops as he brings his mouth against yours, kissing you with all the longing and desire that’s been building in him since he stupidly agreed to be just friends.

“Mm, Rafe stop” you pull back from his lips, staring up at him in surprise. “I thought we’d agreed we’d just be friends”

“I’m sorry” he’s still looking at your lips, his hand still grasping your chin. “I take that back I’m not sorry. I guess I’m just not as good as you at hiding my feelings. Can you really say you don’t feel anything?”

“I…I do” you admit

“Then why? Why can’t we be together? Why are we pretending we’re friends when all I want to do is grab you, and kiss you until you forget everything but me?” His eyes are blazing with anger, his hand on your chin tugging your face closer.

“Because I don’t trust myself when I’m with you”