”It’s better if you keep your distance from him”, or that’s what your friends always had told you.

Rafe wasn’t someone to trust, not when he was always drunk or high at every party he hosted at his house, it was his addiction, if you wanted to judge you better be off from there.

It was to say at least, you befriended with his sister, Sarah Cameron, at least she was better company than him, right? If you went to visit her house, surprisingly who was more happy of welcoming you, was Rafe.

You knew that if he was something, he definitely might have ‘trouble’ as middle name. And Rafe maybe saw that same way too, not other reason because you were younger than him, you were his sister’s age, which somehow seeing you the way he probably has always seen you, was forbidden.

You didn’t talk to Rafe, not the way you talked his sister, you tried to avoid him as much as your friends had told you but sometimes became impossible when you visited your friend, sometimes you finding him in the kitchen or in the hall—or maybe he finding you.

Or you just felt uncomfortable for his presence or sometimes was just nervousness? You didn’t want to know exactly, because you feeling attracted to him wasn’t a good choice.

He knew better he had to push you away from him, to make you angry or to make you hate him. He couldn’t feel the way he was feeling for you, no way, but something just deep down always caught him looking at you while you minded your business with his sister.

You arrived Tanyhill without telling Sarah you were heading, so when you knocked it was not a surprise that the one who opened the door was Rafe. Perfect timing to avoid him, right? He just looked at you for a moment before letting you enter.

“Sarah’s not here if you’re looking for her, so.” He said as he walked towards his kitchen and filled a glass of water.