It’s been a few weeks since you started sneaking around with Rafe, and honestly, you loved every minute of it.

Everything about him had you hooked. But the hardest part was keeping it from Sarah, your best friend. It felt wrong, but the way Rafe looked at you made everything feel so right.

Tonight, you told her you were sick just so you could ditch the Pogues and hang with him. You hated lying but there was no way Sarah would understand. She’d never approve.

Rafe grinned as he leaned against the hood of his car, looking all smug like he knew you were thinking about his sister. “What lie did you tell her now?” he teased, pushing off the car and stepping closer to you.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him lightly but playfully. “Shut up” you muttered, trying to look innocent.

His lips quirked up, that seductive glint in his eyes growing stronger. “I’m just teasing, baby” he said with a grin.

Before you could respond, he closed the gap between you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that made everything else fade away.

You instantly melted, your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt as he pulled you in closer. The world around you disappeared. Rafe’s hands were gentle on your waist, his touch sending sparks through your body.

It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way he made you feel like nothing else mattered in the moment. The sound of his breath and the warmth of his body were all you needed to know you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Rafe pulled away just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I missed you” he whispered, voice husky with a hint of something deeper.

You smiled, heart racing, and he smirked right back, that cocky, confident grin you couldn’t resist. “Now, get in.” he said, opening the car door for you.

Tonight, you were his. And nothing else mattered. Not Sarah, Not the Pogues. Just him.