Rafe Cameron felt like home to you. He always had. At five years old he’d carved a place in your heart when he’d protected you from a schoolyard bully, and you’d been smitten ever since. It didn’t matter to your heart that you two had been unbelievably messy when you were a couple. No, your heart was a traitor that still beat just for him.

Being just friends with him, after having him as yours, was difficult. You had to keep reminding yourself not to touch him, to ignore the desire that still lingered. But friendship was better than not having him in your life, so you pushed down all your less than friendly thoughts.

Leaning against the frame of his bedroom door, you were drawing out your goodbye. You didn’t want to leave. Leaving meant heading back to your empty apartment, to a bed that felt too cold and lonely without his body to keep you warm.

cause I’m cool on my own but it’s warmer in your arms

Rafe feels his body protest as he watches you lingering at the door. He should want you to leave, that’s what he’d told himself he’d let happen. He couldn’t let himself do what he really wanted to do, what he’d been wanting to do with you all night during this form of torture known as ‘hanging out.’

His eyes return to your body, not that he had much choice. You were so close to him, and his brain had suddenly decided it was a good idea to start sending him every memory of you he had. The feel of you in his arms, the way you laughed, the way you’d look at him like he was your favourite person.

if you dare meet me there

This was dangerous. He had to get you out of his room before he lost all of his control. He took a step closer to you, watching the way you looked up at him from under your thick lashes. Damn you, you had no idea how just an innocent look like that pushed against all the walls he’d placed around his heart when it came to you.