You scanned the bodies seated around the bonfire, searching for a spot that you could sit. A slight thrill goes through you as you spot a seat next to Rafe. Honestly, there was no one else you’d rather sit next to, even if it wouldn’t go over well with his girlfriend Sofia. But you’d never been one to not act on your wants.

Rafe’s eyes land on you as you slide in next to him on the log. The way the flames of the fire cause your hair to gleam makes him want to reach out and run his fingers through the silky strands. He can almost feel your body pressed up against him, but he can’t give into the desire stirring inside him. He won’t let it happen.

cause you like my hair, my ripped up jeans, you like the bad girl I got in me

You haven’t even spoken a word to each other yet, and he’s already struggling to remind himself about Sofia. He stares down at you, his eyes roaming over your entire body. You’re right there, just inches away from him, and yet you feel so far away. Untouchable. It feels like the worst torture to be able to see you, but not touch you in the way he longs to.

how bad, bad do you want to

“Hey Rafe” you smile at him, taking a sip from your beer. You’re trying to play it cool, trying not to act on the urge that you have to press yourself closer to him, to press your lips against his and see what he tastes like. You don’t see Sofia anywhere around, but you have a feeling if you moved closer to him, she’d materialize.

He nods at you, an annoyed look spreading across his face. He’s starting to lose his patience, the control he tries to hold onto in your presence is slipping. He knows that the fantasies that are filling his mind of you right now are wrong. He knows they’d hurt Sofia, but damn if he doesn’t want to say fuck it, and just give in.

“Hey Princess” his voice is gruff, his fingers move closer to your hand, almost brushing against your fingers. He finds himself smirking when he feels the way you shudder from the almost touch.

how bad do you want me?