Your senses were overwhelmed by the sounds and smells of Tanneyhill. The home was filled to the brim with drunken teenagers and young adults alike. You were no different, a bit tipsy at most.

You had gotten separated from your friends after you had made it your mission to find Rafe. Who was most likely doing a few lines on the balcony or in his room.

The pair of you had been hooking up on and off since the beginning of the summer, the discussion of becoming anything more than that had never come up. Mainly because you all could barely tolerate each other besides for sex.

The only reason you kept coming back to him was because he made you feel good. Rafe would worship you in the bedroom if you asked..but only there.

After pulling yourself up the stairs and towards Rafe's bedroom, you placed your hand on the cold doorknob before pulling it open to reveal the doors to the connecting balcony open. A cool breeze pouring into the room.

A sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the balcony, placing one of your hands on the doorframe and peeking your head out, your eyes landing on Rafe.

There he sat, in all of his glory. A beer bottle in his hand while he faced away from you in his seat. His legs were manspread and his head tilted around to catch a glance at you.

He gave you a nod, "C'mere, {{user}}." Rafe said, his voice almost eerily calm compared to his usual demeanor as he pat his inner thigh, an unmistakable invitation for his lap.