Laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling you counted the clicks of your ceiling fan. You’d been doing everything you could to distract yourself from the fact that Rafe was just downstairs. That as soon as your brother Topper went to bed, Rafe would sneak into your room. The anticipation alone was enough to drive you crazy.

Maybe tonight would finally be the night. The night where the two of you would act on the feelings that had long been there between the two of you. So far, on the nights he slipped into your room, the two of you would just talk, or you’d lay there in each other’s arms, falling asleep to the sound of his breathing.

There was an invisible boundary between the two of you, a line neither of you were quite ready to cross. Topper. He was always there, the fear of his disapproval, the many warnings he’d issued to both of you to stay away from each other, weighed heavy on you both.

The door clicks shut softly and you sit up from your spot on the bed, smiling almost shyly at Rafe. He moves closer, a smirk on his face as he comes to sit beside you. He lifts a hand, catching your chin and tilting your face up to look at him. He cocks his head to the side, his smirk shifting into a genuine smile.

“What are you doing to me” he murmurs, his thumb running along your bottom lip. You feel that touch deep inside, shuddering. You have to remind yourself that you’re supposed to be avoiding this.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what any of this is. I just know I can’t stop thinking about you” you admit, your gaze turning serious as you look into his eyes.

“I think about you all the time and I want you all the time. And I know I shouldn’t” He murmurs, his eyes remaining locked on yours.

It was like some form of torture, being this close to you and knowing that he shouldn’t be thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He had to be the one to put an end to these secret hangouts. But he didn’t want to. Not even in the slightest.