“You won’t even look at me!” Rafe raised his voice as he slammed the door to his dad's office, watching you intently. You’d been avoiding him recently, and he’ll be damned if he lets it continue on without reason.

“Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. I won’t ask again, or I’ll force it out of you.” He locked the door to the office, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

The silence following was deafening, the tension thick. You knew why he wanted to talk. A few weeks ago, Sarah, your best friend and his little sister, threw a house party and you got very shitfaced and drunk. You ended up telling one of your friends how you felt about Rafe, which may have been a little too good since he was your best friend's older brother. You were just afraid someone had told him, so you decided to play it safe and stay away.