✰ 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲

★ prologue

"𝐏𝐔𝐓 me down!" Giggles 15-year-old Kiara as Rafe throws her onto the sofa. She screams and tries to crawl away before he can do anything, but he grabs her heel and tugs her back down with ease. She tries to kick him away but she leans over and plants kisses all down her neck and jawline, grabbing her hem of her shirt as he does so. She grunts and tries fighting him off her, but in she realises she's helpless beneath him. She rolls her eyes and tilts her head so he can have better access.

"There we go." He mumbles against her skin, caressing her cheek and holding her jaw as he pulls her into a kiss. She groans and melts into him, gentling hooking her arms around his neck. He pulls her up so she's sitting up now, his fingers twirling her curls gently.
She pulls back and smirks a little, staying still as he idly traces her lips with his thumb. "My gorgeous girl. Mine."

Kie smiles, rolling her eyes and raking her hand through his dirty blonde hair, messing it up, then kissing him gently on the head. "Shall we actually go now?"

"Oh yeah. Trust me, Kie, I'm gonna buy you everything you'd ever wish for." Rafe mumbles, pulling away from her and admiring her face. He secretly loved it when she wrecked his hair like that, but he never said that. Kie adds both her hands and completely ruffles his hair so that it's completely messed up and all over the place.

But now, Kie stands and watches Rafe from across the country club, smoking a joint. The fluffy hair she loved and knew was slicked back completely, and another girl was messing with it, only for him to slap her hand away. Kie knew him better than anyone ever could.