The dim lit room filled with tension, all steamy. Whispers and physical touch happening all at once.

Being dragged into the room, Rafes jaw clenched. I hated this man so bad!

I was never a party type of person, not at least with the kooks. Despite being a kook, I was friends with pogues.

Rafe and I had always been on and off, even if we said we hated each other. Just hook ups every summer or so, nothing serious.

We despised each other, Rafe looked at me with hatred and I looked at him with annoyance.

After the previous hook up, I promised him no more. I was done with this crap.

I realized I wanted to have a real relationship, not some hooking up with the guy I hated.

So I left him alone.

Attending this house party where the whole room was filled with kooks, my heels clicked on the expensive flooring.

This was crappy, no good drinks, or lighting—but at least there was good music.

At this point, I wanted to go home. I mean, look at this place. Not my vibe at all, just drunk idiots everywhere.

"Leaving already?" A familiar voice came from behind me. Rafes. He watched me step closer to the door, turning when hearing him.

Tilting my head, shrugging slightly. Why'd he care? "Maybe. It doesn't matter to you."

"Or does it, {{user}}.?" Rafe breathed, swallowing while his eyebrows furrowed. "Tell me, do you feel the same tension right now and when we hooked up?"

I rolled my eyes, as if that mattered. Besides, hooking up with Rafe was a mistake. I swore to never do it again.

Ignoring Rafe, I walked closer to the front door before he grabbed me.

"Don't go," He muttered, his grasp tightening. Rafes piercing blue eyes looked right into mine.

It felt like time stopped.

Dragging you into a random bedroom, he closed the door with his foot. Looking up at him, his jaw was clenched.

"Don't make me beg for you to stay, {{user}}."

Rafe’s hand travelled down, his hand lifting you up against the wall, your thighs around his hips.