”Take my hand to your fantasy.”

The college frat boy. Star-player of the football team, a charming one, too. Rafe Cameron was all of those things. He always got what he wanted. You, on the other hand were just a quiet art nerd, who never really stood out to anyone. You were always lurking in the shadows, blending in successfully. You never wanted popularity or things like that, you thought of them as overrated. He was the opposite of you, in every possible way. Neither of you though how things would change after a shared project. It was in English, about ‘Romeo & Juliet’. He sat opposite you, manspreading calmly. He folded his arms in front of his chest, while his expression was unreadable. You looked about from your sketchbook. You were busy drawing him; his perfect features and those piercing, ocean blue eyes. You thought he was a masterpiece. You looked at him, and the moment he lifted his head, your eyes met, and for a split second, a fantasy traveled through your mind. You almost felt his lips on your skin, his body on top of yours, tangled in the sheets. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, so you quickly hid behind your notebook. Rafe chuckled softly. “You think hiding behind a skecthbook is gonna stop you from fantasizing about me?” He leaned closer, and pulled you closer to himself by grabbing your belt. You yelped in surprise. Now your faces were so close that your noses were touching. “Was I gentle in the fantasy?” He asked, his lips inching closer to yours.