Topper was going to kill you if you made him late again. Your brother was a stickler for being on time and you were the opposite. He’d already been in a bad enough mood when you’d begged for a ride to the party. You ran out the front door, phone in hand, long blonde hair swinging as you moved.

“Sorry I’m late!” You exclaim as you slide into the backseat of your brother’s truck, right next to Rafe.

“Whatever” Topper grumbles, shooting you a death glare. Kelce waves at you from the front seat before turning back around. Rafe remained quiet next to you, scrolling through the music on his phone before he finally settled on ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ by Jet.

He shot you a smirk as the familiar lyrics filled the truck, looking immensely proud of himself. You bite down on your cheek to try to stop the grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. Damn, he was good. The night was still young, and he had already turned the charm on.

His hand brushes against yours, his fingers idly tracing a pattern on your wrist. You glance up front to see if Topper and Kelce have noticed, but the two of them chatter away, oblivious to the sparks flying between you and Rafe in the backseat.

If Topper would kill you for being late, he’d really kill you if you went there with Rafe. But you didn’t make a habit of listening to your brother’s view on your love life, so why start now?

“Looking gorgeous, princess” Rafe’s voice is low, as he leans closer to you his warm breath hitting your skin with the force of a wrecking ball. A silent reminder that he had the power to completely wreck you. His hand on your wrist tugs your body closer.

“Not a good idea” you reply, desperately trying not to inhale the scent of him. Trying to stay in control of the situation.

“Why not?” His tone is teasing. He knows exactly why this flirtation isn’t a good idea. Just like he knows exactly the effect his words, and the light touch of his fingers on your wrist are having on you. Rafe was better at this than you. He always had been.