You thrummed your fingers against the wall behind you, pretending like you were enjoying yourself. You shouldn’t have agreed to coming out to this party tonight when Topper suggested it. Hell, you shouldn’t have agreed to go out with Topper period. The more time you spent with him, the clearer it was becoming that the physical attraction just wasn’t there- at least not for you.

He was a nice guy, but he was never going to give you the kind of spark that you were used to. When you thought of the way Rafe had inspired such intense desire in you with just a look, it was a stark reminder that Topper wasn’t capable of that. You wanted passion, fire. You wanted heat. You wanted your body to be humming with need. Topper was like plain yogurt, it did the job but it never fully satisfied.

You tilted your head, sneaking a glance at Rafe across the room. It was like he sensed you, his eyes immediately locked on you. The air between you felt charged, his intense gaze sent a bolt of electricity through you, and you shifted where you stood, reluctantly looking away.

You turned your head away when you heard Topper say your name. He handed you a red solo cup of beer, and you took a sip, grateful to have something else to think of other than the way Rafe’s gaze had made you feel. God, your mind was racing with all kinds of ideas after that look. The man’s gaze was positively sinful.

You bite your lip when Topper presses closer to you. His hot breath ghosts against your skin and you resist the urge to take a step back from him. He smiles down at you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and you force a smile. When he leans his head down, your stomach drops. His lips press against your neck, and you close your eyes. It’s better with your eyes closed, because you can pretend the lips against your skin are Rafe’s.

“Rafe” you moan softly, and immediately you realize your mistake.

“Did you just say Rafe?” Topper pulls back, his eyes searching yours. You can hear the hurt mixed with the anger in his voice.

You open your mouth and then close it. It seems obvious. There’s no use denying it. You clearly said it, he clearly heard you. And to make matters worse, Rafe is now standing right behind Topper, as if your soft moan summoned him.