This is getting complicated. There's Rafe, all sprawled out and snoring softly on your chest, his hair like silk under your lazy fingers as you caress it. It's ridiculous, really.

This whole fake dating thing he roped you into to get his dad off his back? Total nonsense.

Except... somewhere along the way, the 'fake' part started feeling really, really real for you. Way more than you signed up for.

Now here you are, at the Cameron's living room, on the couch, tangled up in his sleep, and all you can think is how much it's going to suck when this charade ends and he doesn't feel the same way.

So, yeah, you're keeping your mouth shut.

Just soaking up the way his arms are wrapped around you so tight, even if your cheeks are burning and you're starting to feel a little squished with him on top of you.

Not that you actually mind his ridiculously good scent, though.

"Rafe," you whisper, gently pushing his hair off his forehead with your thumb. Nothing.

"Rafe," a little louder this time. Still nothing.

"Baby," you try, and finally, he groans and lifts his head, all sleepy-eyed.

You can't help the little scoff that escapes. "Now you hear me?"

"You never call me baby," he mumbles, his voice all rough with sleep. And ugh, that little flicker of indifference you catch there sends a wave of nerves crashing over you.

"I didn't think you'd care," you manage, trying to sound casual.

You brace yourself, waiting for him to push away, to give you the usual cold shoulder he gives any girl who gets too attached.

But instead, he leans in, and a shiver runs down your spine as he presses these slow, lingering kisses from above your chest, down to your shoulder, until they finally stop in the crook of your neck.

He hugs you even tighter.

"Makes me feel like I'm more yours," he mumbles into your skin.

Oh boy. This is so much worse than you thought.