The party music drummed loudly in your ears and the scent of weed, cigarettes and alcohol lingered in the air. Red solo cups already filled tables and windowsills, the dance floor was crowded with tipsy people and laughter.

You loved nights like this, parties at some kook’s house, this time Rafe’s. Everything felt free, and so did you. Dancing with your girls, arms in the air and hips swaying, everything felt right. The drinks you’d had made you braver than usual.

After about an hour of dancing you walked with your girls to the balcony just to take a fresh breath of air after being in that room for so long, a room that was thick with the smell of sweat and everything else.

You laughed with your friends until your stomach hurt and didn’t notice half of them had already gone off with boys. You weren’t mad. You weren’t like them. You usually didn’t hook up drunk with someone you just met and usually went home after your friends left.

Not this time and not tonight. After all your friends left you wanted to grab one last drink before going home so you walked through the house toward the bar. When you walked past a couch you stumbled and before you could hit the floor you felt strong big hands on your hips that pulled you closer until you sat down in someone’s lap.

“Careful, {{user}}” he muttered against your ear. His voice was low and rough. His breath was hot against your neck and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned your head and saw Rafe. His striking blue eyes burned into yours. It felt like you were drowning in them and the loud music blurred for a moment. Your stomach twisted in a way that felt too good.

“Hello? Earth to {{user}}. You’re here with me?” Rafe’s voice pulled you out of your trance. You felt heat rise in your cheeks and in the back of your neck.

“Yeah… yeah I’m here.”

He laughed low and rough. Silence hung between you. When his hand caressed your thigh, your heart raced and the air felt heavier. His touch was warm, but when another boy looked too long, his grip tightened, almost possessive.

But you still leaned into his touch. You liked the way he touched you and the way he suddenly made you feel. And he clearly liked it too. You saw it in his eyes every time you looked at each other even for a second.

By the time you started talking something in the air had already tightened in that quiet electric way that felt like it was leading somewhere.

When the music became too much for both of you he lifted you off his lap and took your hand. He dragged you upstairs into his room. It finally felt quiet and you no longer needed to raise your voice for him to understand you.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and you sat on the chair in his room. Of course you started talking again but this time your conversation shifted into something more flirty. He flirted nonstop now and you did not complain. You even flirted back.

A bit later your talk shifted into a comfortable silence. You looked around his room and then felt his gaze on you. His eyes roamed over your body and he noticed the way your dress hugged you in all the right places.

You looked at him and he did not look away when you caught him.

“Why are you staring?”

“You know… you should just come on the bed. I should just fv€k you right now.” He said it shamelessly with a wide grin on his lips.

“What?” Your breath caught and your pulse beat faster. Then he reached out and grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the chair and right back onto his lap.

“Oh just forget what I said. I just be thinking out loud.” But instead of looking ashamed his smirk grew wider. He clearly did not regret saying any of it.

His lips brushed your neck and sent a shiver down your spine. Every small kiss made your heart race. You leaned in without thinking, caught in his tension.

He lifted his head slightly and looked at you. “Now that I already said what I was thinking… what do you say? Yes or no”