Rafe Cameron. (13)

Figure Eight's anniversary party is filled with elegant people, golden lights, and soft music.

And honestly…

You were fine until you saw
Rafe Cameron coming down the stairs in that light blue suit.

Because that's where everything went wrong for you.

Sarah notices it right away.

—Oh, no.

-That?

She laughs.

—You're staring at him too much.

You try to look away.

Not working.

Rafe looks ridiculously good.

The suit fits him perfectly, the sleeves are barely rolled up, and his hair is messy as if he hadn't even tried to fix it.

And the worst part…

It's because he finds you looking at him.

Smile immediately.

With that arrogant smile he always has with you.

Minutes later he appears next to you with two drinks.

—Did you like the suit?

You choke almost immediately.

-That?

Rafe chuckles softly.

—You kept staring at me.

—You're an egocentric.

—But I'm right.

Silence.

Because it does have one.

Rafe moves a little closer as he hands you the drink.

—You look beautiful tonight.

That takes you by surprise.

Rafe almost never speaks seriously.

But now it's happening.

And it shows.

—Thank you —you murmur.

The music changes to a slower tempo and people inside begin to applaud.

Rafe looks at you for a few seconds.

Then he extends his hand.

—Dance with me.

Your heart races.

—How long have you been dancing?

He barely smiles.

—Ever since you started asking me with your eyes