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Do I make you nervous?

Y/n's POV:

My eyes gently open due to the light setting on them from the window,

I stretch and let out a gasp as soon as I realise that I am not in my own bed,

This is not my bed.

I look around, the bed has four dark-wood poles in each corner, a headboard behind me the same hues, top surface also in wood, the sheets are grey and so fucking soft for some reason, the softest ones I've even encountered,

I don't get much of room-examination once my eyes set on the bedside table with a pill and a glass of water, my head is pounding,

I see a note on the table that read:
'Take this and let's hope you're allergic.'

I immediately recognise that it's Rafe's...wait,

Am I in Rafe's be-

My thought process is completely interrupted my hearing a door open and close behind him,

He has only a towel wrapped around his torso, his hair dripping wet as the water droplets scatter down his toned abs and broad shoulders,

His shoulder-muscles flex as he places his shirt on the drawer and his eyes meet mine,

His look traces down my body and then back at me, he points towards the glass and a pill,

'Why are they still on the table, note was not for decorative purposes.' He remarks, inclining on him telling me to drink it,

'And what if I am allergic?' I ask as he smirks, makes his way to my side of the bed, his right hand is then placed on the headboard, as his other one on my thigh, bending lower, our faces are inches away as he whispers,

'Then it's a win-win.'

I then scoot aside and get out of bed, avoiding his eyes as I feel his presence not moving, waiting for me to take the pill,

'Why am I here?' I ask, he chuckles and tilts his head,

'You forgot the way you were all over me, begging me to spread those beautiful thighs of yours and give you the best night of your life?' He asks, lowering his head and tilting it slightly,

'That did not happen.' I mutter, 'and never will.' I finish, swallowing it,

'Oh yeah?' He rhetorically inquires, stepping in front of me, placing each-one of his hands on my waist, lowering me back on the bed and moving his hands on each side of my head, looking down at me,

'You sound a bit nervous...do I make you nervous Y/n?' He asks, I shake my head and look the other way,

His fingers move my chin back to face him,

'Look at me when I am speaking to you.' He demands,

'Cameron.' I squeeze out as he tilts his head, Looking down at me,

'Cam you please move aside so I can get my stuff and go home...my parents must be worried.' I say, he smirks and shakes his head, leaning in one final time and whispering in my ear,

'Fine, but next time, if you want to be more believable, don't squeeze your thighs so tight.'

—-

'Mum, I am so sorry I forgot to call you and-'

'It's alright lovely, don't worry, your friend already called and warned us.' My mum replies as I tilt my head, confounded,

'Which one?'

'Rafe.'

My eyes widen as I look at her, how does he even know my mother's number?

'Oh don't you worry, he sounded so sweet, you don't meet such kind often.' She says as I chuckle from how ridiculous that sounds,

'Indeed you don't...' I whisper, still feeling his touch on my cheek,

I hate him...I do, I hate him so much...

—-

I was sitting in my bed, reading, when I suddenly heard a soft tap on my window, periodical tap,

I get up and cautiously walk up to my window, opening it, I see him, what the fuck is he doing, throwing rocks at my window?

'Rafe-what the fu-'

'Y/n, just listen, tomorrow, I will pick you up, and we'll go out, got it? Half past eight.'

'Cameron- why couldn't you call me-'

'I don't have your number, and I don't want to have it at all, we need to make this whole thing believable, tomorrow you better be ready by that time, I hate waiting.' He says, and with that, he leaves, leaving me dumbfounded,

I hear his probably-more-expensive-than-my-entire-rent-car ignite and drive off,

He is right, we need to make this whole thing believable, but why doesn't he just take my number?

I'll ask him...maybe...

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