It all happened so quickly.

A large party throw, you and Rafe talking, then making out.

Then wrapped in the same covers as him.

You woke up, with a soft groan your head was pounding badly. Your throat was swollen and dry. You already felt sick to your stomach.

And the worst part is when you turned your head you saw, Rafe Cameron. Yes. Rafe fucking Cameron.

“shit shit.” you said shooting out of bed looking for your clothes. Rafe would wake up groaning, “morning princess.” he said like everything was okay. But nothing was okay about this!!

He’d throw your shirt to you, with that fucking smug smirk which makes me wanna knock him out.

“In a rush.” he said casually. “Don’t tell a soul about this or i swear.” he cut you off “truce don’t tell anyone either.”

You nod thankful. “It was a mistake okay.?” he said looking directly at you looking for any signs of hesitation. There was none.

You’d leave his house, but the thought of him, the way his muscles tensed, the way the sweat on his stomach made him look so hot.

You definitely had no regrets, but he made it clear we weren’t a thing and just to forget each other and what just happened. But how were you meant to forget..?

The following night there was a family dinner where all of your friends came and some invited another friend to tag along. It was at Rafes house, perfect..? This day just couldn’t get worse.

Everyone sat at the table chatting away about there lives and there children’s lives, the constant screech of the knife and forks, just made you agitated. But you sat there in silence you heard someone clear there throat, Ward Cameron, Rafes dad.

“Was anyone’s daughter round here this morning.” he said looking around the table. “I found a silver bracelet.” he said continuing to look around.

Yours and Rafes eyes locked he looked awfully nervous. You widen your eyes trying to hint to him. He didn’t understand.

You’d excuse yourself from the table quickly walking towards the bathroom, but you felt a presence behind you, Rafes.

“shit” you murmured.