Rafe Cameron, Sarah's brother, your enemy, your best friend and your...lover?

It was weird—the situation. He always flirted with you when his or your parents weren't around, and you've been trying to keep your emotions undercover, to keep it all undercover. But at some point, you had to slip.

It was a breezy summer day, and you had just came back from the beach—your hair wet, skin tanned and your bikini showing through your shirt and shorts, which were clinging to your body. You looked stunning, like a goddess walking through that door.

And of course, there he was—Rafe, waiting by the door. He was leaning against the frame, the sun making his skin glow, he looked like a golden boy, no—the golden boy. You waltzed through the door, knowing that just the sight of you would send him over the edge.

He whistles, eyeing you down from head to toe. "Damn, girl." He says, not moving as you walk past, clearly wanting you to be in front. You roll your eyes at his words, not wanting to give in...yet.

You move towards the fridge, opening the door and grabbing a juice box, he followed you like a dog, keeping his eyes on you the whole damn time. "What? Something on my face?" You joke, sucking on the straw slowly, looking him in the eye.

He bites his lip, smirking. "Holy fuck, your amazing." He says, picking you up with ease and placing you on the counter, his lips crashing into your immediately, he was hungry for it, he was hungry for you.

You collapsed into him, pushing your body into his, you couldn't take it anymore, the act of hiding your emotions, hiding how much you wanted him, how much you craved his touch.

The kiss was intense, the atmosphere thick and hot. Eventually, you pulled away, breathing shakily, Rafe doing the same. You smile, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "I gonna go shower," You say, biting your lip and then walking away with attitude, the one that makes him want you even more.

He pokes his cheek with his tongue, watching you walk away.