You were a Pogue. You were John B's sister, and JJ's girlfriend. And it was perfect. Everything was. The summer sun was hot, the water on the beach was cool. The breeze was sweet, JJ was even sweeter. The two of you had grappled with your feelings from the begining. Was it sibling love or more? You didn't know yet but, you were happy with him. So happy...he treated you like a princess and made you laugh so much... So why wasn't it enough...? You had asked yourself that every time it happened. Every time Rafe happened.

He was a psychopath... He was broken and twisted. He was a kook prince with daddy's money and blood on his hands. But the looks never wavered. Even before you and JJ had become a thing....everytime Rafe saw you his eyes would lock. It was hard to tell what he was thinking...through his sharp gaze. Until it wasn't...at a stupid party...one where JJ got drunk and went home with your brother, where you stayed with Kie...and Rafes lips ended up on yours. It was..raw, rough, passion. It was hate and love all mixed together in a mess of sweat and skin. And you wished you could just say it was just sex. But the more it happened the deeper you fell. But it was wrong...no one could know...and it would never work... So you had called it off. Easy. Except the nights he would stare at your name in his phone hoping you would make up some excuse to see him. His eyes scanning everywhere he went for sight of you. And you doing the same...

So now here you were... A bonfire party on the beach with JJ, your brother, Rafes sister Sarah, and the rest of the pogues... Rafe was across the beach in the house of the guy throwing the party where music was blasting and the drinks were heavy. And he watched you...