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parties, enemies & desires

summary: you're a kook, sarah's best friend and rafe's ‘natural’ enemy. you two hate each other. or think that you do, until something happens at a party and your actions prove the opposite.

warnings: cursing, alcohol & drug consumption, violence (physical fights), rafe being rafe and a bit of a kinky bitch, shower sex [my english]

word count: 5.5K

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The Cameron family. They’ve been your next door neighbors for over 12 years. Your family moved to Outer Banks, specifically on the Figure 8 side, because your father is Ward Cameron's business partner.

As a result, your family and the Cameron family often had meetings, which meant you started spending time with the Cameron children.

From the first moment the two of you met, it was clear you and Sarah would be best friends, you had had an immediate connection, even if at that time had been over the latest Barbie model that had come out; it was a good connection.

And also from the first moment you talked to Rafe Cameron, you knew you and him wouldn't get along.

He was self-centered, annoying, cocky, towered over you way too easily, and had that stupid grin that made you want to punch him.

And that has not changed over the years.

You and Sarah are best friends, you're always attached to the hip, and that drives Rafe insane; he stands being around you as much as you stand being around him, which is nothing.

Sarah thought the whole situation was funny: you and Rafe hating each other for years and for no good reason.

You'd often tell her you didn't need a reason if it was her brother you were talking about, but Sarah would just laugh and nod her head in an ironic way, saying that you were in denial. Of what? You had no fucking idea.

Every time Rafe spoke, he would say something that would make your eyes roll. That's how much of an asshole he is.

Also, there was that stupid smirk that appears on his lips when he knows you're furious, and it makes you want to punch him and—no. Just punch him. Nothing else.

To everyone you could deny, but you couldn't deny to yourself how attractive Rafe is. When he was little, Rafe was a pretty boy, with those big blue eyes, dirty blond hair and that little smile.

But now? He's tall, lean, with that same ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline, and that smile that caused things in you that you didn't want to put a name to.

"You ready?" Sarah's voice startled you slightly, causing you to jump slightly and almost ruin your makeup.

"Yes." you said with a nod, putting your lipstick away in your purse.

Today's plan was to go to a party a few blocks away, you had every intention of having a good time. Of course, that meant you would have to ignore Rafe all night, since he would also be attending the party.

"Are you two ready?!" Rafe's voice was heard from downstairs, echoing through the house. "I don't have all fucking day. Hurry the fuck up!"

"We're coming!" Sarah shouted back, slightly desperate at her older brother's insistence.

"It's not our fault that you don't know how to dress up and always look the same!" you added after. You wanted to say 'look as ugly' but you knew it would be a lie, a very bad one at that.

"Oh, and you, out of all people, are supposed to know how to dress up?!" Rafe's tone was a mocking one, you couldn't see him but you knew he had that stupid little smirk you hate so much on his lips.

You didn't answer, and left the room along with Sarah, starting down the stairs quickly so as not to keep him waiting any longer.

Rafe was seconds away from making another mocking comment, but all thoughts went out of his head as soon as he saw you coming down the stairs in a red dress, which fitted all the right places of your body.

He let his eyes roam your body from head to toe without shame or reservation, which you noticed.

"Shut your mouth Rafe, you'll catch a fly." you teased, taking notice of the way he stared at you, which if you had to be honest, made you feel slightly warm.

"Oh, fuck you, Y/N."

"You wish." you said with an amused tone, brushing by his side as you too roamed his body with your gaze.

"Flirt later, we have to go now." Sarah urged, smiling slightly as she saw the 'disgusted' and 'horrified' faces both of you had.

The three of you arrived at the party not even 10 minutes later, Rafe disappeared in the crowd, and it didn't take a genius to know he'd gone back to either selling or using.

It was a good party at that, you had to admit it. There was all sorts of drinks and substances, good music and a perfect ambiance.

You were slightly drunk already, nothing to worry about though, only the kind of drunk where everything is... good. You were happy, and had this constant need to dance and smile, things that did not go unnoticed by Rafe, who'd been staring at you from across the room for almost an hour now.

He just couldn't keep his eyes away from you, you were an alluring sight in the midst of the dancing crowd, with your red dress, bright smile and electrifying dance moves. It made him want to be the fucking air just to be around you.

Rafe hated to admit it, but you were so fucking pretty it hurt. And sometimes, he was almost convinced he claimed to hate you just to avoid facing the truth of what he genuinely felt.

It was easier to declare hate, than... that.

"She's hot, isn't she?" a kook said next to him, Rafe could barely remember his name, something like Brad, or was it Chad?

"Yeah," Rafe nodded his head, as his eyes focused on you once again. "Yeah, she is."

"Hopefully I'll get to hit that tonight." the man commented, Rafe furrowed his brows at the unnecessary comment as the man gave a forceful pat on his shoulder, and approached you.

Rafe wanted to blame the alcohol and the drugs for it, but the wave of anger he felt was almost indescribable. He felt it surging inside him like an impulse he could barely hold back, his hands balled into fists at the sight and his jaw clenched.

He inhaled deeply, and looked away in an attempt to calm himself down and find something else to focus on, if you decided to get laid with that douche, it was not of Rafe's business. You two were nothing but enemies, so why was he so bothered by it?

He walked to the nearest table or surface he could find, and fished a little bag from his pocket, occasionally glancing at you, especially now that you were talking with the man.

"Leave me alone,"

Rafe heard your voice from afar, he raised his head, running a hand through his hair as he looked in your direction, as you talked with the man, arms crossed and your brows furrowed.

The smile had vanished from your face, you had stopped dancing and even though the music was unnecessarily loud, Rafe could tell your tone was serious. The guy said something, Rafe had no clue of what it was, but by the look on your face, it hadn't been good.

Should he do something? Rafe wasn't sure, but just in case he got closer to the scene, so he could hear what was being said. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt a normal conversation, and make you hate him even more.

The man placed a hand on your hip, which you slapped away, but the man did not relent and attempted to place a hand on your arm.

"Leave me alone, Brad." your tone was a serious one, which made Rafe understand that things were going south.

"Just once, c'mon," the man insisted and you shook your head. "If you dress like a slut, you'll get treated like one."

And that comment, mixed with the expression on your face, is what made Rafe snap.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Rafe approached the man, grabbed him by the shoulder to turn him around, and punched him square in the face, making sure his ring hit the man's nose.

"What the fuck man?!" the man on the ground questioned Rafe, as he put a hand on his nose to try to stop the bleeding.

"She told you to leave her alone." Rafe said firmly.

"Don't worry man, sluts are easy, you'll get your chance." the man had the nerve to say.

Whatever thread that had had Rafe's self-control in place snapped, and Rafe felt himself losing control as soon as he began kicking and beating the man up.

The party had long since stopped, people watched the scene intently, as if it were a reality show.

Rafe was beating the shit out of the man, who could barely cover himself to avoid the punches. You wanted to stop Rafe, but you knew that approaching him when he's this angry is a bad idea.

Kelce approached the scene, and at the same time, a friend of the man Rafe was beating up, attacked Topper.

The point is, in a matter of no time, a fight had broken out. And it was a mess.

People who had had nothing to do with it at the beginning were now involved, there were around 15-20 people fighting each other for unknown reasons, everyone else in the party was screaming or running, and as if that wasn't enough, it started to rain.

And sirens were heard.

You needed to get out of there, in desperation, you looked around for Sarah, but there was no sign of her, Topper wasn't on sight anymore, so you hoped his stupid ass had done something right for once and had gotten Sarah out of there.

Which only left Rafe, who seemed to be having the time of his life.

Any smart person would think twice and thrice before picking a fight with Rafe. He's 6'4 tall, has been going to the gym for over two years, has cocaine running through his veins most of the time, and over all—he has explosive rage, and no fear whatsoever to beat someone up.

You found him in the middle of the fight, still beating Brad up, who couldn't even strike him once, you knew you had to get Rafe out of there, Sarah would never forgive you if you left her brother behind.

"Rafe!" you called him, attempting to approach him, which was dangerous enough. "Rafe!"

"Stay the fuck back, Y/N!"

"We have to go!" you insisted, not caring what he had to say. "The police is here!"

That made Rafe stop mid-swing. He knew he was on thin ice, both with his father and the police, there was only so many offenses Shoupe could ignore, and his father had already warned him to stay out of trouble.

He aggressively let go of the man, making sure he fell to the ground before he kicked him one last time, and walked to where you were.

Without a word, Rafe grabbed you by the wrist with some force, and began dragging you out of the house, not caring about anything or anyone else.

"Rafe, let go of me."

"Shut your mouth and move."

Some people were after you, and honestly, you didn't want to find out if they wanted to fight Rafe or were just trying to leave the place, so you listened to him and hurried.

Both of you left the house and walked under the freezing, heavy rain, unfortunately Rafe had parked on another block, which meant you two would walk under the cold rain for an entire block.

By the time you made it to his truck, you dress was drenched as well as your hair, and you were a shivering mess, Rafe somehow seemed to be unbothered by the rain though.

"What about Sarah?" you questioned with slight urgency.

"Uh, Topper got her out of here," he said as he began to drive away. "I think."

"You think?!"

"A 'thank you' would be nice, y'know?!" Rafe snapped your way, his eyes burning holes in your exposed skin.

"Thank you," you admitted with a small nod, wrapping your arms around your own frame, attempting to warm up. "But I didn’t ask you to get into a fight for me."

"Well..." he shrugged carelessly, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Try to be more grateful next time, yeah? I can't always go around, saving your ass."

Rafe wanted to add 'unless you want me to' at the end of that sentence, but he knew it would be in a top 10 lamest things to say, so he kept the thought to himself.

He really didn't mind getting into a fight for you, he'd do it again without a problem, but that doesn't mean his own willingness to do so doesn't bother him, why was he so willing to do this if he hated you? Does he actually hate you, for starters?

Knowing that you would be spending the night at Tanneyhill, Rafe drove home in silence. Once there, he got out of the truck without saying anything, and entered the house. You followed closely, still a shivering mess.

The house was empty. Ward, Wheezie and Rose were out for the weekend, and there was so sign of Sarah or Topper either.

"Shit," you mumbled, worried for your best friend's safety, you had tried to call her on the way here, but she hadn't picked up. "Are you sure Topper got her out of there?"

"Yeah," Rafe's voice was disinterested; and coming from the kitchen. "Stop worrying so much, is pathetic."

"You idi—" you insult was left incomplete when your eyes landed on Rafe.

It had been too dark outside and to messy in the party for you to notice how fucked up Rafe was, his brow, nose and lips had dried blood all over, and his knuckles were still bleeding.

"Holy shit, Rafe..." you mumbled in worry, approaching him quickly.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, staring at you and noticing how you were still trembling, your hair dripping down on his kitchen floor. "Go uh, go take a hot shower before you catch a cold."

"What?" you raised an eyebrow at him, wondering since when does he care if you catch a cold. "Let me—"

"No," he shook his head and pointed upstairs. "Go take a fucking shower or I'll drag you there."

It was supposed to be a threat, but it had felt far from that. Your body was pressed against his, faces close from each other and his voice had been low and raspy, in an attempt to intimidate you, but it only allured you.

"Let's make a deal," you proposed, looking deeply into his blue eyes. "I'll take a shower, only if you let me clean your wounds. If not—"

"Don't be fucking childish—"

"—and if I get sick, I'll blame you for it," you conditioned. "And you know that Sarah will get mad, right?"

"And do I care... why?" his tone was daring as he raised an eyebrow, ignoring the ache he felt.

"She will threaten to tell your dad that you went out, even though you were supposed to be grounded. And of course, you don't want Ward to know you gave two shits about his orders, do you?" you questioned, his silence was an answer already.

"You bitch..." Rafe mumbled.

Technically, you had done nothing but remind Rafe the predicament he'd be facing, but still, he wanted to blame you for all his problems, as always.

"So... will you stop acting like a little kid and let me clean those wounds?"

"Alright."

"Stop moving." you asked Rafe once again, making him grunt slightly at the feeling of the alcohol seeping into his wounds.

"Then stop being so fucking rough."

"Cry baby."

"Bitch."

"Idiot."

"Fuck you."

"In your dreams, Rafe." you mumbled over his lips, purposefully squeezing the cotton in between your fingers, so more alcohol would get in his lip wound.

You were leaning against Rafe's sink, he was standing right in front of you, both of you close to the mirror light so you could see his wounds more clearly.

You wanted to say it was because you were slightly drunk,—but the truth is that the effect of the alcohol had worn off—and you were left with your sole awareness of your actions, and your thoughts.

Having Rafe this close was incredibly tempting.

He had refused to sit down, so you'd started cleaning his wounds while standing up, and since the bastard is incredibly tall, he had to bend down so you could see what you were doing.

His face was inches away from yours, he had both hands resting on the edge of the sink, one arm on either side of your waist, trapping your body between the cabinet and his own body.

His body warmth had helped stop your shivering; still, Rafe could feel the cold, humid fabric of your dress against the skin of his arms, and he knew that if you hadn't taken a shower yet, it wasn't because you didn't want to, but because you're a fool and wanted to help him. He doesn't know why, and neither do you.

You were extremely focused on the cut in his eyebrow, while Rafe stared at you, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes.

There was only so much Rafe could take.

Without a second thought,—without thinking about what he would be admitting with this, —Rafe pressed his lips to yours.

Your first reaction was to freeze, unable to believe Rafe's lips were on yours, or that they felt so soft.

Feeling like an idiot, Rafe was about to pull away, but you quickly continued the kiss, dropping the bloodied piece of cotton into the sink, and placing your cold hands on his face. The coldness of your hands over his wounds made Rafe bite your lip, eliciting a soft moan from you.

Oh.

From there, things went smoothly, Rafe placed his hands on your waist, and with no effort required on his part, he sat you down near the sink, his lips still attached to yours. You spread your legs slightly, so he could stand between them; causing your dress to roll up around your waist, and up your legs.

Rafe was the one who broke away, looking directly into your eyes, searching for something, anything, to know that you were okay with this. You nodded at his silent question, wiping your lipstick off his lip with your thumb before he let out a little smirk and crashed his lips against yours again, placing both of his large, warm hands on your cold thighs.

With ease, your hands slid under Rafe's still wet shirt, the tips of your fingers caressing the skin of his abs, your nails clawing slightly on his pecs. Rafe's hands slid up your thighs and under your dress, taking it off your body with ease as you raised your arms over your head to make the job easier for him.

Your lips connected again once there were less layers of clothing between your skins, one of his hands wrapped the sides of your neck as you pulled him closer by the belt loops in his jeans, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He sneaked his right hand to your back, where he unlocked your bra and took it off, throwing it at the other end of the bathroom without a single care in the world. His lips trailed from yours, to your jaw, your neck and down your body, taking one nipple into his mouth as he massaged the other with his fingers.

You closed your eyes in bliss, feeling yourself getting wetter in your lace underwear, the one he'd yet to take off, so you'd do it for yourself.

You pushed him slightly by the shoulders, and he relented after a few seconds, giving you a confused look, the one that was replaced by one of lust at the sight of you taking off your underwear in front of him.

Rafe couldn't understand for the life of him, why you got down from the cabinet and started walking away from him. Had he done something wrong? Or were you just messing with his mind and his dick?

"What are you doing?" he asked you in confusion, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Me?" you questioned, playing dumb as you walked to his shower. "I'm gonna take a shower. You? Are free to join me."

You didn't even had to say it twice, Rafe took off his pants and underwear faster than he'd ever done anything in his entire life and followed you to the shower.

You turned on the shower just as you felt Rafe approaching you, his arms wrapping around your body and his lips going straight to your neck, one of his hands slid lower though, his middle finger slipped between your folds, making sure to graze over your clit, but not quite doing anything yet as the water hit your bodies.

It was cold as fuck, so both of you froze in place, you felt Rafe's chuckle over your skin before you heard it, and you shook your head in annoyance, biting your lip as he grazed your earlobe with his teeth, pulling it slightly.

The water soon got hotter and a thousand times more enjoyable. You attempted to turn around to face Rafe, but he didn't quite allow you to, in this position he had the upper hand, there was just no way you could turn the tables around, and for sure Rafe would relish in the dominance.

His thumb moved over your clit, doing circular motions over it while his index and middle finger teased your entrance, entering slowly, and pulling out suddenly, to then enter again, deeper this time.

And as if that wasn't enough teasing, his lips were sucking little spots all over your neck, especially under your ear, while his free hand twisted one of your nipples softly with the tips of his fingers.

“Do you have any idea of the things I wanna do to you?” he whispered in your ear. “I’ve had years to imagine.”

In no time, you were a moaning, whimpering mess in his arms, your ass grinding on him in all the right places, quickly hardening him.

You tried to remain quiet in case someone else was in the house, and it bothered Rafe, as he wanted to hear you repeating his name like a prayer more than anything else, so maybe, after all, he should've admitted he asked Topper to take Sarah away, on purpose.

His fingers were deep inside you, you threw your head back against his shoulder, your back pressed against his chest as you bit your lip, Rafe had a perfect sight of your face, and lower down, a perfect view of his hand disappearing between your legs.

It made him feel so fucking powerful, even more so than money did.

"Oh fuck—" you mumbled as he curled up his fingers in such a delicious way it made you clench your walls in hopes of feeling more. "So good."

The praise made Rafe let out a low grunt as he curled his fingers again, faster and deeper this time, he focused his other hand on your breasts, massaging them softly and in the right way.

"Rafe, please." you begged, your voice so desperate and filled with bliss he swore he could've came just by the sound of his name coming out of your lips in such a way.

"What do you want, princess?" he mumbled in your ear, his fingers accelerating in pace.

"I-" you struggled to say, even more so as he added a third finger. "I need you."

"And you have me."

And you really did, not only now, but always. You've always had him wrapped around your finger, it’s just that now he was more than happy with the way you were wrapping him.

"I need you inside me." you begged, letting out a soft moan as he licked the side of your neck and blew cold air right after.

"You want my dick?" he questioned with a cocky tone, curling his fingers just as you we're about to answer, the tip of his fingers touching your g spot perfectly.

"Y-yes."

"Beg for it."

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head in a mixture of things, his fingers, his rough voice in your ear, and yes, annoyance as well. You couldn't believe (but weren't exactly surprised either) that Rafe was making you beg for his dick.

And as it always happened whenever he decided to start his little games— you would follow and play along, play better, smarter and dirtier.

"Rafe Cameron, I swear that if you don't get inside me right now and make me cum, I'll find someone else who will," you threatened and felt him tense behind you, his fingers stilling inside you, still curled against your spot. "I bet JJ would."

That made him snap out of his games, just as you expected him to. The victorious smirk that found its way to your lips didn't disappear, not even when he pulled out his fingers from inside you and turned you around.

His fingers gripped the sides of your jaw harshly, his eyes staring deeply into yours as the hot water splashed against your back and onto his chest, over your shoulder.

"You're gonna regret that."

Rafe's voice was low and raspy, and if it hadn't been for the lust darkening his eyes, then maybe you would've felt threatened by it. The truth is he looked hot as hell, his wet hair was slicked back, and the steam made his eyes seem bluer, his nose, plump lips and cheeks were red, his skin glistening under the light.

"Open." he demanded, you opened your mouth as he asked, he pulled you closer and without saying a word, he spat in your mouth, softening the grip on your jaw so you could close your mouth and swallow easier. "Good girl."

You tried to look away, but Rafe saw perfectly clear how your cheeks got covered in red, and made a mental note to call you good girl more often.

Rafe knew exactly what to do to get you to take back what you said, so he bent down slightly to wrap his arms around your thighs, and picked you up from the floor, wrapping your thighs around his torso, his dick now grazing your entrance.

“You sure you can take it?” he questioned over your lips, one arm wrapped around you as he teased your entrance with his tip.

Your eyes rolled at his words, and for once, it wasn’t out of annoyance, but because of how fucking hot he sounded.

“Please Rafe…”

Without wasting more time, Rafe aligned himself and sank you down on him, letting out a hoarse groan in delight of how tight you felt, both of you stilled for a second, giving you time to adjust to his size. You felt so fine around him he could’ve finished right there, but he owed you more than that.

You needed him to move, anything, so you clenched around him, trailing your nails down his back. That was his cue, he placed both hands in your hips and started to move your body with ease, the water that ran down on your bodies made your skins glide over one another easier, not to mention he was desperate to fuck you silly once and for all.

To keep you from slipping, Rafe put you against the wall, pounding into you, one of his hands holding your hips while his other arm pressed against the wall to get some leverage.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled in your ear as he kept his relentless pace. “So fucking good.”

You wanted to say something in return, but he was hitting all the right spots, fucking you so well you couldn’t form a coherent sentence, all you could do was let out moans and repeat his name like it was all you ever knew.

It didn’t take long for you to start clenching around his dick, letting him know he was doing a good job and you were getting closer to your release, and so was he, but was holding himself back.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you asked in his ear, leaving a sloppy kiss on his jaw. “I’m almost there.”

“Come on,” he urged you, making an effort and picking up his pace, angling his hips differently so he’d hit the perfect spot, and slipping his hand between your bodies, the tips of his fingers going straight to your clit, circling and rubbing. “Come for me, princess. Come around my dick.”

It was almost as if your release had been waiting for his permission, because as soon as he said those words, you reached your highest point of pleasure, letting out a moan of his name as he kept thrusting his hips, riding your high as he too, found his release.

Then came silence, nothing but your accelerated breaths and the shower could be heard, Rafe barely held you up as he regained his breath, and your head was resting on his shoulder as you recovered from such high.

Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from his hips and pulled him out of you, but just as your feet touched the tiles, your legs shook and if it hadn’t been for his arm around your body, you would’ve fallen to the floor.

Sensing the cocky comment he would make, you turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not a word, Cameron.”

“Wasn’t gonna say anything, Y/L/N” he shook his head innocently, wetting his lips slowly. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a good girl for me, tho?”

The redness that coated your cheeks confirmed Rafe’s theory about your praise kink, information he would never forget, and would definitely use in his favour.

“Shut up…” you mumbled, slowly standing up straighter, your legs still shaking slightly.

“Need some help?” he asked in a cocky tone, which earned him a slap on the chest; courtesy of you. “I mean it this time, you look like you need some help.”

“Maybe.” you admitted.

“Fine,” he agreed, leading you to the little surface on the edge of the shower, originally designed to put bottles and such, but would serve as a seat for you. “Which one, mint scented or…” he narrowed his eyes at the bottle as he ran a hand through his wet hair. “uh, ocean breeze, whatever that shit is?”

You couldn’t believe Rafe Cameron was asking you about shampoo scents after fucking you till your legs stopped working.

“Mint.” you replied and he nodded his head, grabbing the bottle and getting closer to you.

“Because of the rain.”

“Both of you are wearing different clothes, his clothes, with matching wet hairs and mint shampoo scent… because of the rain?” Sarah raised an eyebrow at your explanation, trying her best to hide a smile.

Your lie sucked and you know it, after showering properly, Rafe had lent you an old shirt of his and an old pair of sweatpants that hung low on your hips.

“Yeah…”

“Next time you two want to…” Sarah made a hand gesture that made you clear your throat slightly. “Just ask me to leave, no need for Topper to take me away like that.”

“I—“

“And by the way, I told you so.” Sarah said with an amused smile, her eyes flickering from you to her brother and then back to you.

“Uh, whatever do you mean?” Rafe said in a bored tone, waiting for his sister to go away so he could finally settle things with you, talk about how things would be from on.

“I told you two that you didn't hate each other,” Sarah shrugged. “Turns out I was right.”

And with that victorious comment, she exited the kitchen, leaving you and Rafe alone to sort things out.

While there had been no verbal confessions, what had happened between the two of you made it clear that you and Rafe did not hate each other.

Rafe certainly wouldn't have washed your hair and body, lent you some of his most comfortable clothes, and prepared you something to eat right after if he hated you as badly as he claimed to.

Rafe knew exactly what he felt for you, he was tired of claiming to hate you just to have a feeling to declare for you, the truth is that he was almost sure he has loved you since he was 8 years old, but it would be something he would discover slowly with you. He couldn’t do this alone.

Love is not a feeling he is familiar with, he had no clue how it looked like, or what it felt like... but Rafe somehow knew he felt it for you. If not, then he can't fucking explain why he feels the way he does when you're around.

And after knowing what it's like to be inside you, how good you feel around him, and how good you make him feel, Rafe would have to be crazy to let you go.

Whether you two were enemies or lovers, you were his.

His to fight with, his to dance with, his to fuck senselessly, his to caress, his to hate, his to love.

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