The large house was packed with people, a lot of them drinking and dancing to the loud music. A select group of them were off in the basement, playing a not-so friendly game of Truth or Dare.

Rafe was in the basement, Solo cup in hand as he sat on the floor. You were sat across from him, smiling and effortlessly making conversation as the game started up.

It hadn’t been a good few weeks for Rafe. Sarah was off who-knows-where, while Rafe was just trying to please his father. He needed something to calm him, to soothe his aching body. And what better than a party?

Little did you know, Rafe had liked you for a while now. You were younger than him, but that was okay. He didn’t care about anything like that, just you. He hadn’t told you about his feelings, not really knowing how to approach you. You were so bubbly and friendly, the opposite of him. He was scared, afraid he’d corrupt you.

The game soon started and a few rounds of the game were already passed. One person had already stripped, another had confused their love, with a few other crazy things. Finally, your name was spoken, and being the person you were, you picked dare.

I dare you to spend seven minutes in the closet with Rafe Cameron

That’s where you both were now— in the cramped closet. Rafe had his hands on your hips as you couldn’t move any much. He huffed and scoffed.

“This is stupid, I’m sorry.” He muttered, his hot breath on your neck. You laughed in agreement to his words and sighed.

“Agreed. Don’t be sorry, I feel bad. This is.. not ideal.”

“We still have six minutes, {{user}}. Don’t give me that pity shit. Just… stay still and keep quiet.” He muttered, his hands dropping from your hips.