I was at a party.
not really my favorite place to be, but i couldn't turn down free drinks and hot men. Rafe being one of them. the hottest man there. He knows he's hot and i'm pretty sure everyone on the island is aware of his beauty.
i've known him pretty much my whole life, due to both our families owning a business together. Sarah is my best friend and i absolutely adore her, however, she is unaware of my obsession with her brother. i couldn't face telling her, the one thing i promised her was that i wouldn't fall for her brother, and here i am at this party staring him down, taking in all of his features, which is something i've done multiple times.
he's wearing a pretty basic outfit but he looks great, a mint green polo shirt that hugs his bicep muscles perfectly, his watch sat on his left wrist and his drink tightly gripped in his right hand. his jean shorts wrapped perfectly around his broad thighs.
he's talking to someone who i don't recognize, probably one of his cocaine snorting buddies or something. i cannot keep up with rafe and all his friends, they change everyday. he's more petty than any girl i've ever met.
Sarah pretty much ditched me to go and spend some 'quality time' with Topper, even though every-time they hang out alone topper always asks her for sex knowing that she's not ready.
fucking asshole.
my gaze is still focused on rafe until i heard my phone buzz beside me, i look at it and have a message from JJ, asking me to meet him at the beach. i felt my cheeks turn a light shade of pink. me and JJ have history, and when i say history i mean it.
it's a long story.
but we used to be fuck buddies, we've been on and off for years, nothing very serious has ever happened between us, we've never put a label on anything. but he's very good in the bedroom, and we get on very very well, sometimes i wish something serious did happen between us, but that's besides the point.
Rafe hates JJ with a passion, and it excites me that a bit of jealousy sparks inside of him every time his name comes out of my mouth. don't get me wrong i don't think rafe fancies me or anything, but i personally think there's something there, or he's just playing me like everyone else. most likely.
i replied to JJ's text saying i'd be five minutes, it wasn't much of a walk to the beach from where i was, possibly would take around two minutes.
i stood up from where i was sat and headed towards the beach, i had to barge through the crowd, slipping through all the hot, sweaty bodies. As i made my way through the crowd, i felt someone grasp my wrist, not tightly to cause me pain, but tight enough to make me instantly turn around.
i could sense who it was before i even turned, Rafe. his blue eyes piercing into my sole, staring me down with that weird look he does. i don't know how to describe it, but it makes me feel a certain way that not many people can make me feel. but rafe can, and he most certainly knows it.
i look up at his face, looking into his eyes, the ones that i could look into for days on end without getting bored.
"what do you want rafe?" i sternly questioned, using my free hand to release myself from rafe's grip.
He raised his eyebrows, "what's with the attitude, can't i just come and talk to you"
i sighed, wondering why he wanted to talk to me, "well i have somewhere to be and your kind of holding me up" i sassed smirking afterwards.
he looked almost stunned, and i could sense a slight tint of jealousy, "somewhere to be?" he questioned, eyebrows raising again.
i nodded shyly, i felt so nervous being stood this close to him, our bodies practically up against each others. i could smell his cologne and a slight tinge of mint, he's probably been drinking, i mean who doesn't at a party, but was he trying to hide it from me?
