Rafe Cameron was never one to fall in love, but there he was, everyone knew that, but here he stood, falling for you—or so you thought.

When he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were shocked—everyone was. Including his ex, Sofia, who he said he was over, completely.

But that was a lie, and you didn’t have to be his girlfriend to know it.

You see the way he looks at her, admiring her. It hurt—like a knife being twisted in your gut. She was everything you weren’t, and she knew that he could take him away just as quickly as he came.

“Hey baby,” He says, sitting next to you on the beach, his scent bringing you comfort, but regret at the same time. “Hey.” You say as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You guys talk and laugh at the beach, and everything seems perfect, but then, because the world hates you, she shows up.

Rafe’s expression immediately changes, his body shifting away from you. He looks like a desperate child as she walks by, his eyes following her like a magnet.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at him, and his attention shifts back to you. “What is it?” He says cluelessly, only fuelling your anger more. “Seriously? You are so not over her.” You say sharply, your voice cutting.

Rafe moves closer to you, his skin grazing yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “{{user}} please, I don’t love her anymore.” He mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“That’s a lie.” You say, rolling your eyes and brushing him off, turning away. “Please, baby.” He begs, his lips finding your neck somehow, sucking softly. “I don’t love her, I love you.” He says, the tone of his voice ending the argument once again.

You knew it was just another lie, but you didn’t care, his touch was hypnotizing, and he knew how to unwind you in just the right ways and you fall for it every single time.