Topper groaned as he rolled onto his side, glaring at the ceiling of Rafe’s guest room. He was supposed to crash here for the night—just him and Rafe, a few beers, and then sleep. That was the plan.

But now, at 2 AM, the plan was ruined.

A noise broke through the silence. A muffled voice. A girl’s voice.

Topper’s eyes snapped open.

Rafe was supposed to be alone.

He sat up, listening harder. More whispers. A giggle—breathy, familiar. {{user}}.

Topper cursed under his breath. He knew those two couldn’t stay away from each other. They’d been broken up for weeks, but of course, here they were, in Rafe’s room, probably tangled up in each other.

Then came the unmistakable sound of the bed creaking.

Topper groaned, rubbing his temples. "Oh, come on."

Another noise. A soft moan.

"Jesus Christ."

He flopped back onto the mattress, grabbing his phone and typing furiously.

*Yo, I can hear y’all. You know these walls ain’t soundproof, right? *

A few seconds later, his screen lit up with a response.

Then go to sleep, loser. – Rafe

Topper let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

Then, another message came in.

Or put on some headphones. This is gonna be a long night. 😉 – {{user}}

Topper threw his phone across the bed and pulled the pillow over his head. "Never staying here again."