Being neighbours with Rafe Cameron was every Kook girls dream. Seeing him through his window everyday, watching him enter and exit his room.

It was eye-candy for you. And you enjoyed every second of it. He was a good-looking guy, that’s for sure. But you never thought he could like a girl like you.

Until he did.

It was late at night, and it was pouring rain. Somehow you were still awake, despite your best efforts to go to sleep. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard the faintest noise.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

You furrow your brows, muttering something to yourself as you get up and move closer to the noise. Then you see him right through your window—Rafe.

Standing in the space between your house, hair wet, shirt soaked. He looked fucking good, but still, why was he at your window?

“Hi?” You call out, opening your window, the sound of rain flooding in. Rafe takes a drag out of the cigarette he was smoking, which was surprisingly still lit through the rain.

“Hey,” Rafe tells you, moving closer. Now he was underneath the roof of your house, his voice a little clearer now. “Can I come in?” He asks as if it’s the most casual thing ever.

“Come in?” You repeat, confused as hell. “Why? What happened to your house?” You look him up and down, your eyes catching a glimpse of his abs through his soaked shirt.

“I…I can’t.” He admits, sighing as he leans on your window, looking up at you. “I’ll explain in when I’m inside.” Rafe tells you as if you’ve answered the question.

“Please just let me in?” The boy pleads, his blue eyes piercing through you. The rain was still pouring hard, and you felt bad, he would freeze to death without warmth soon enough.

“Fine. I’ll let you in.” You tell him, opening your window further. “But come through my window.”