Play Pretend

Genius Idea

Y/n's POV:

'He can look at me for as long as he wants Rafe, why do you care anyway.' I see that through my teeth, he rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek and creases his eyebrow for a second,

'I don't, but I know that you want nothing to do with him, keep friend-zoning him, and I can help you, in return...you cam help me.' He says,

I frown slightly, confused by what he means whilst saying 'help' him,

I tilt my head and ask for elaboration, his hands then set on either side of my waist, I have never felt him this close to me,

He smells of an expensive cologne and a trace of mint, his presence hovers above me as he gazes at me from above,

His longs fingers snake around my torso as his rings are cool against my skin, sending a range of shivers down my spine,

We usually yell, argue, and wish death to one another, but his proximity seems quite the opposite,

I can feel eyes on us, but I don't have the nerve to look anywhere else except his eyes,

'What I mean by that is, that dickhead is into you or whatever, if we pretend that we're in a relationship, since you are not letting me shoot him in the head, but if he lays even a finger on you-'

'Rafe.' I stop him, he looks at me, lowering his head, his lips are inches away from mine, he chuckles at my gasp,

'What, you can't breathe princess?' He taunts as I clear my throat, raising my chin and stabilising myself,

'Don't flatter yourself.' I state, he smirks and shakes his head,

'You're the one who should stop feeling all privileged, because I can set you to your knees the same way as you now stood up.' He inclined on my sudden stilt,

'Cameron, what was your genius idea?' I divert the topic,

'If we pretend to be in a relationship, it will firstly stir chaos, since I still hate you and want nothing to do with you, but it will bugger off the ones that seem to want us.' He says, tilting his head, he is still such a bastard,

'And what's it in for you, I mean you fuck any other girl on daily, and we are certainly not having any of that.' I suggest,

'We'll see if you can even resist me, and, I don't want a relationship or whatever you lot call it, and by being with you for a while, it will repent everyone who ever wanted anything to do with me.' He says,

I think for a second, it is quite a deal, since I don't want to hurt Lucas, but constantly friend-zoning him is also not ideal,

I look up at him, he has this lopsided smile on his face, suggesting that I should definitely agree with him,

Technically, I could then torment him In other ways, sounds like a plan to me...

'Fine.' I say, he nods and cups my chin with his fingers, leans in, and our lips are inches away, his cold breath sends goosebumps down my skin,

'If you want it to work, we need to make it as realistic as possible.' He says, however instead of doing anything, his hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer, his fingers grasping me tighter as I can feel everyone's eyes on us,

It feels...good.

I take his hand and stand in front of him, he looks down at me, confounded,

'If you want it to work, we need to make it as realistic as possible...' I repeat his words, suggesting towards the area where everyone's is dancing,

He closes his eyes briefly and sighs,

'No Y/n, I don't dance.' He says,

'Should I go alone then?' I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him as he smirks and shakes his head,

'One dance, then I'm out, got me?' He says, I grin and nod, leading him in,

We get in a flock of people dancing, sweating, singing along and laughing,

Rafe moves behind me whilst tracing his fingers along my waist,

His hands then linger from the top of my waist and settle in the middle of it, he pushes me closer to him as my hands reach to hold his hands on me,

His lips are right beside my ear as he grins against my skin,

'Sway your hips for me beautiful.' He demands, as fingers trace up and down my waist as I do exactly that,

Swaying my hips up and back down, from side to side, to and fro,

'Fuck...' I hear him grunt behind me, pulling me even closer as he moves my hips along the rhythm of the song...

'Now be a good girl and turn around for me.' He whispers, twirling me to face him,

His hands remain on my waist as I place mine on his shoulders, trailing my fingers down his broad chest and chiselled shoulders,

He smirks at me as he gets ahold of my hand and holds it in place...

The songs comes to a halt and I hear Sarah yelling my name and feeling her come closer,

'Oh for fuck's sakes.' Rafe utters...

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