Rafe Cameron

Your relationship wasn't complicated at all. You were friends. – best friends. – He protected you and bought you luxurious bags, gold-plated accessories, mini skirts, typical of a spoiled girl or princess Kook. The obvious thing was the way you carried yourself. – You were Rafe's type, if you weren't just his best friend.

But of course he wouldn't miss the opportunity. You were in his hands, he had the knife and the cheese in his hand, he just had to know how to use it. That said, eventually you two had sex. It was just sex, huh? A fun just to satisfy and he wouldn't lose friendship, he would keep it the same.

The problem was that in addition to sex, there was indirect flirting. – Sometimes, very direct. – Ill-intentioned and very intense looks. Those who watched from the outside even thought that you were a couple, but you both always denied it. Wouldn't that be too much for just best friends?

That night, you were at a party, each in your own corner. He was with his friends, grabbing a beer from the cooler while they took turns talking about business and work or hot women. – But you… you were with a different boy, sitting on the stairs with him, laughing at un-Kook stories, and treacherous tales. Your eyes even sparkled, something that didn't happen with Rafe, why?

A message beeps in your bag. You excuse yourself to the boy, and when your eyes passed by the notification, you automatically looked back.

Stay close to me, Melissa.
“Rafe online 1min ago.”