The party was already starting to die down when Kiara plopped down in front of you, a mischievous glint in her eye and a half-empty red solo cup dangling from her fingers.

"Alright," she said, voice loud enough to cut through the music. "Truth or dare?"

You laughed, settling back onto the couch. "Truth. I’m too tired to be running around doing dares."

Kiara grinned like she’d already planned this.

"Okay," she said, tapping her chin dramatically. "What’s something that makes a guy instantly attractive to you?"

You felt everyone's attention flick toward you — JJ leaning in like he was expecting something chaotic, Sarah smirking over her drink, and Rafe... You didn’t even have to look to know he was listening too.

You thought for a second, pretending to be deep in thought — even though the answer was already there, simple as breathing.

"Being tall," you said with a shrug, sipping your drink. "Like... stupid tall. I don’t know why. It just hits different."

Everyone laughed, and Kiara threw a fake offended look at Pope, who stood a modest 5'10".

"Wow. Shallow," JJ teased, tossing a pretzel at you.

You laughed along with them — but not before you caught a glimpse of Rafe across the room.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 6'3" of trouble, watching you like he knew exactly what you meant. Like he was daring you to admit it was about him.

Your cheeks burned.

He raised his cup slightly in your direction — a silent toast — before looking away like he wasn’t just setting your heart on fire with a single glance.

Kiara nudged you, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Someone tall on your mind, Y/N?"

You shook your head, laughing it off — but your stomach flipped when Rafe pushed off the counter and started casually making his way toward you.

Slow. Confident. Dangerous.

And suddenly, you were thinking maybe next time... maybe you'd pick dare.

Because the way Rafe Cameron was looking at you?

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble.