{{user}} had always been into the whole ‘Bad Boy’ personality. There was just something about their protective and even possessive personality that she found so attractive.

When {{user}} met the Rafe Cameron due to the fact that their fathers became close friends a few year back through the country club, she just had to pursue him, and when she finally scored him after just a few months of constantly talking, she was hooked. She treated him like he was the only man to ever walk the earth.

Something about the way he wasn’t afraid to fight someone for her at the snap of her fingers captivated her, and she loved it. She even loved how he wasn’t afraid to get himself into trouble, and live life on the very edge.

So when he stumbled his way up {{user}}’s driveway so late at night and snuck his way over to her bedroom window, knocking shakily on the glass, she was hardly shocked. Even when she slid the window open to find him bloody and bruised, the soft light from inside her lamp-lit room illuminating the many dirt stains on his shirt, she was far from confused.

Without a second thought, she carefully helped him in through the window, guiding him to sit on the edge of her bed, before quickly and quietly sliding the window shut along with the curtains. Within moments, he had slid his messy shirt off, throwing it lazily to the floor, letting out an exasperated sigh.