Best friends. That’s what you and Rafe had been for as long as you could remember, it was always just you and him, no one else. You were both from figure eight, so it was inevitable that you’d two would meet, what you didn’t know though, was the bond you’d guys have.

But as time passed by, things started to change between you, the bond was different now—romantic, almost. Sometimes you’d catch yourself staring at him for too long, or maybe it was the way your skin prickled whenever he touched you.

You loved Rafe now, not just as a friend. But did he love you back?

Rafe strolled into your house, as usual, with his hair dripping wet and only his swimming trunks on. Gosh, he knew what he was doing…right? You avert your gaze from him, trying not to look like a complete stalker. “How was your surf trip?” You ask, trying to distract yourself.

He looks up, scratching the back of his head and smiling. “Good. It was really good, actually.” He replies back, moving behind you to get a snack from the fridge. You could smell his cologne mixed with the saltiness of the seawater, it was intoxicating, but you loved it.

“So…I was thinking, dinner at my place tonight?” He offered, which nearly made your heart skip a beat. He was just being nice, offering a friend to eat dinner with him, nothing special…right?

“Sure. I assume your parents will be there?” You ask, shifting over so he can grab a glass. “No. Just us.” He said, and his voice had an edge, hinting something more. “Oh,” You say, your pitch changing. “Okay.”

He smiles at your response, nudging your arm. “Cool. See you at 6 then?” He asks, and you know damn well the answer to that before it slips out of your mouth. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”