Everyone knew Rafe was your friend. Sometimes there were even sly jokes, loaded with second intentions, after all, you seemed far too innocent to be with him and far too close for it to be just friendship. Rafe wanted you, that was a hard fact to ignore, but you kept convincing yourself you were overthinking it, that it was all just in your head.

“Princess, come to the party with me, I’m not going to beg.”

You were standing outside the Cameron house when he said it, that lazy, insistent tone in his voice that always managed to disarm you. It was a party thrown by one of his Kook friends, the kind filled with people you didn’t know and an atmosphere that was definitely not your scene.

Still, Rafe had that dangerous way of bending your will, pulling you into his world little by little, until, without even realizing it, you were already on the verge of saying yes again.