Mistakes always start out the same. A party. Drinks. And the wrong guy. Always. And this time...it was the very wrong guy. You were a Pogue, John B's younger sister... And he was...the one and only Rafe Cameron. The Kook. You didn't know exactly how...but it happened. He was an asshole that was no question. But something else about him drew you to him. He was...broken in a way... There was something different about him. Your brother would kill you if he found out. So would practically any of your friends. His friends would kill him. Looks and Pogues did NOT mix. Especially you and Rafe.

You couldn't deny the night was perfect. The touch...the feel of him. Being with him. It felt...amazing. Perfect. Right. But it was a mistake...both of you admitted to it. It had to be a mistake. It was turning into more than just s3x and that's what scared both of you the most. So it was best if it was only a mistake. And would never happen again.

And yet...it did. You woke up in his bed, clothes scattered across the room. He was sound asleep beside you. You picked up your phone and saw tons of messages from your friends. Mostly John B asking where you were...it was already late in the day... He woke and rolled over to look at the clock "Shit..." He clenched his fists and jaw.