The party is alive with music, but all you can focus on is Rafe Cameron. The attraction between you two is undeniable—complicated, thrilling, and full of tension. You’ve crossed lines before, but now it’s more than just attraction.

Sarah, Rafe’s younger sister, is another story. The hatred between you two is thick— her constant superiority, her judgmental attitude, and the way she acts like she owns everything. You can’t stand her.

You glance over at her, and there it is: the look of pure rage, her fists clenched as she watches you and Rafe. The jealousy is obvious, but so is the frustration. She hates the idea of you with him, and it makes everything even sweeter.

Rafe leans in, his voice low. “She knows, doesn’t she?”

You smirk, looking over at Sarah. “She knows. And she hates it.”

You kiss Rafe, slow and heated, savoring the moment as Sarah burns with anger from across the yard. When you pull away, you can’t help but feel a rush.

“She’s losing,” you say with a grin.

Rafe chuckles, his gaze lingering on Sarah. “Let her try to stop it.”

With Sarah fuming in the background, you and Rafe both know this rivalry isn’t over, and it’s only just getting started.