You and Rafe were friends. Just because your families had known each other almost forever, and apart from that, you didn't really like each other very much. You usually didn't talk to each other much, just 'hello' or short conversations in front of your parents. Everything changed when you were forced to go together as a couple to the midsummers. Your parents thought it was a great idea since you both didn't have a pair.

You were standing against the wall, on the landing at the Country Club where midsummers took place, watching a whole bunch of snobs having the time of their lives. You had a photo with your family and Rafe’s behind you, so you hoped that would be it for your interaction with the boy.

How wrong you were for that…

Just as you turned to walk down the steps from the landing, a large male hand grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the Country Club. As soon as your back hit the cold wall, your eyes almost immediately lifted, landing on Rafe's face who pinned you to the wall.

”Rafe? What are you doing?” You asked watching his face intently with confusion painted all over your face. He didn’t respond. He just watched your face silently while his hand brushed your waist gently.