The frat house was absolutely packed with costumed partygoers, drinking, playing games and dancing to the Halloween playlist that blared out of the surround sound speakers. You sat on the kitchen island countertop, swinging your legs and drinking the punch that you were certain included every alcohol in existence. A few sips and you’d already started to feel a light buzz.

You adjust your halo on your head, wondering if Rafe would get why you you’d chosen to dress as an angel tonight. The two of you had been getting more flirtatious lately, and he’d nicknamed you angel legs. He’d also told you that it felt like you were the angel on his shoulder, steering him away from his usual reckless behaviour. It had been surprisingly open and honest of him. You liked the idea of being a good influence on him, of getting to see a more vulnerable side of him that was hidden to everyone else.

Loud laughter fills the room, as Topper and Kelce drunkenly stumble into the kitchen. Rafe follows behind them, a scowl on his face. You try to catch his eye, but it’s like he’s looking everywhere but at you. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened and he took a big gulp of his beer, shaking his head in annoyance over his friends antics. He’d seemed fine when he’d texted you earlier to ask if you were coming. But now you were wondering who pissed in his cornflakes. Shaking your hair over your shoulder, you toss a flirty look his way, deciding to break the weird silence.

“And what are you supposed to be Cameron, a rain cloud?” Your tone is light and teasing as you comment on his lack of costume. It shouldn’t surprise you that he hadn’t bothered to dress up. He didn’t strike you as the type to go all out for Halloween. Or as the type who wanted to cosplay as someone else for the evening. He was too cocky and confident in his own skin for that. Topper and Kelce have also put no effort into their costumes, donning their letterman jackets.

Rafe scoffs at your question, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He takes another swig of his drink, and he lets himself take you in. His eyes roam over the way your tight, white dress clings to your curves, how the angel wings and halo make you look far more innocent than he knows you are. With a shake of his head, the scowl appears back on his face.

“Hey Angel, think you can work your magic and put this asshole in a better mood?” Kelce asks you, gesturing towards his very grumpy friend, and laughing. You look back at Rafe, your eyes greedily roaming over every inch of his 6’2, muscular frame. Even with that scowl on his face, he was undeniably attractive.

“Probably could” you say with a shrug, a smirk playing on your face. You take a slow sip from your punch.

“Shut up” Rafe growls at Kelce. “Leave her out of it.” He shoots a warning glare at Kelce. Him and Topper had been getting on his last nerve all night. They were sloppy drunks, and lacked a filter. The two morons had it in their head that they had a chance with you. They’d made some stupid bet, including him. Whoever got your attention first, won. And he was too pissed off at them thinking they had the right to make a bet about you, to bother pretending to be in a party mood.