Everyone knows you and Topper are together. The golden couple, picture perfect, and the kind of relationship that makes people jealous just watching them kiss at a bonfire.

But behind closed doors? It’s not so golden.

Because while Topper’s out talking to his parents about college, you’re tangled up in his best friend’s arms—Rafe Cameron.

Your bedroom was bathed in soft, golden light. The curtains moved with the breeze coming through the open balcony door.

You were straddling Rafe Cameron in your bed, black silk robe slipping off your shoulders, clinging to your skin like it knew it was breaking rules just being there. His hands were firm on your waist, fingers pressing into your hips as your lips moved against his—hungry, slow, like neither of you wanted this to end.

Rafe’s back was against your headboard, his chest bare, warm, still marked with the scratches you left hours ago. His grey sweatpants sat low on his hips.

He smirked, lazy and smug, breaking the kiss and leaning his head back against your headboard.

“Why do you always look like you just won something?” you teased, brushing his messy hair out of his face.

Rafe smirked, fingers gripping your waist a little tighter. “Because I did. Woke up with you in my bed, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, trying not to let him see how easily he made you melt. “Technically, it’s my bed.”

“Details,” he murmured, sliding his hand up the curve of your hip. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were begging for me last night”