Rafe Cameron

Rafe always loved it when his brother invited him and his friends over, even if it was just to do something simple like watch sports and drink beer, because you would be there.

Your best friend's younger sister. His secret crush. With a sharp tongue and an explosive temper, she drove him crazy in all the right ways. You'd parade around the house in that silk pajama set that could hardly be called clothing, your nails and hair always impeccable, and Rafe's sky-blue gaze would linger a second longer than necessary.

Because, of course, you're completely off-limits.

Tonight, he's sitting on the sofa with his friends, next to his brother, watching football with a bored expression on his face. But when he hears delicate footsteps coming down the stairs, a small smile appears on his lips.

You enter the living room with a frown on your beautiful face, your eyes fixed on your brother.