You were at a house party, sitting on a chair in the corner of the living room, swirling the liquid in your red solo cup. The music was loud, the kind that made your bones vibrate, but you weren’t really feeling it.

Your friends were supposed to come—they bailed last minute. So, you sat alone, brushing off a few guys who tried way too hard to impress you. You weren’t in the mood. You were used to attention anyway. People knew your name. You were popular. The kind of girl who didn’t need to chase anyone.

But then your eyes drifted.

And there he was.

Rafe Cameron.

Tall, confident, obnoxiously good-looking in that “I know I’m hot” kind of way. The star basketball player. The one girls whispered about, not-so-subtly giggling when he walked by. Rich, reckless, and always surrounded by people who worshipped him.

You had never paid him much attention. He was too obvious, too…expected.

But tonight?

Tonight something shifted.

He wasn’t doing anything special. Just laughing with his friends, leaning casually against the wall, head tilted back as he smiled. God—that smile. It wasn’t forced or cocky. It was real. And something about it made your stomach twist in a way that felt brand new.

Your breath caught.

Everything around you—music, people, lights—blurred like the edges of a dream, and all you saw was him. Rafe. The boy you swore you weren’t interested in.

And yet…

Your heart was racing. Your skin buzzed like it had been plugged into something electric. You didn’t know what it was. A crush? Attraction?

Whatever it was, it hit you hard and fast.

You blinked, pulling your gaze away, suddenly very aware of how warm your cheeks felt.

What the hell was that?

And why did you kinda want it to happen again?