Guilt clings to you like a second coat. You shouldn’t be doing this; you shouldn’t be sneaking around with your best friend’s brother. Yet, when you’re in his presence that ignites a flurry in your heart and sets your skin alight, everything’s forgotten about.

Rafe isn’t a good guy. He’s done terrible things. But he’s a good boyfriend. Even if it has to remain secret—not wishing to destroy your friendships and him not wishing to taint his reputation by being with a Pogue—he still makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room with his subtle smirks and your bracelet he wears like it’s apart of him.

You informed the group you were at work, not able to hang out today, but actually you’re wrapped up under Rafe’s sheets, using his bicep as a pillow while his large hand strokes your hair.

He doesn’t have a quiet life, nor has he ever wanted one. Yet, with you, it’s heaven.