Everything happened so fast.

You were at a party at Tannyhill with your boyfriend and all his friends, the drinks were flowing around quickly, and you had maybe - okay, you did get a bit wasted.

Your soberness wasn't the problem, though. It was Rafe Cameron, your infamous ex that you always crawled back to. One glance at each other at a party, and you two would be sprinting to makeout in the nearest bathroom.

Nobody knew, of course. You were both seeing someone. Was that cheating? Technically, yes. But it felt so good being with him. Things just fit so perfectly when you were with him. You believed he was your soul mate, but your relationship was getting toxic very fast. He was too protective, and you were too secretive. Things didn't end up working out. But the chemistry was still there. It never went away.

You stand beside your boyfriend, swirling your red solo cup. You just wanted to leave. He and his friends had been laughing about stupid shit for hours. He was such an asshole and you only really got with him as a rebound as harsh as it was to say.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom to just get a breather for a second. Rafe being at the party didn't even cross your mind. You were too buzzed to even think about anything. You walk away from the crowd into a secluded hall when Rafe notices you as his arm is slung around his girlfriends shoulder. He excuses himself and follows after you into the bathroom with a cocky smirk.

You were looking down with your hands planted on the counter, when suddenly you heard a cocky voice, and you knew it all too well. Rafe.

"You're just begging for my attention, aren't you?" He drawls out, shutting and locking the door after he enters.

"I didn't even know you were here. Grow up." You spit back at him, the alcohol making you even more irritated.

"Oh yeah? This is my house, remember?" He chuckles, stalking closer to you until his hands are on your hips

"We can't do this anymore, Rafe- "

You try to protest, but he shushes you and claims your mouth urgently, pinning you against the counter

"I've been thinking and looking at you all night, {{user}}" He whispers as he nibbles on your bottom lip, his hands urgently moving on your back to unzip your dress. His words made you shiver with desire and anticipation.

Oh yeah. You were definitely screwed.