About You

4

We swam for a few hours in the blistering sun. We played some dumb pool games and laughed our asses off at John B and JJ chicken fight. For about 45 straight minutes the boys were trying to jump into the pool while someone took a picture, something about them looking like they're doing a certain thing mid air. Mowing the lawn, driving a car, stuff like that. I tried one, it's not as easy as it looks. John B is definitely the one who won that whole thing.

Around 1pm Sarah mentioned going up to the house to make mimosas and sandwiches.

"Here, I'll come with you." I say offering my help.

"Thanks that would be great." She says and we quickly dry off. I slip on my shoes and follow her up to the house, the sun beating down on us.

As we step into her air conditioned house, I let out a breath.

"It's a real stinker today." She says walking towards the kitchen.

I take in the beauty of her house, how it's decorated, the very old wooden rafters up in the ceiling. It smells of sandalwood and fresh cherries.

"Here, you make the mimosas, I'll make the food. Sound alright?" She asks as we step into her big kitchen.

"Of course."

I pull my wet hair up into a loose bun as Sarah pulls out everything from her fridge, setting it all on the island.

"Shit. I need to grab the champagne from the garage. I'll be right back."

"Ok. I'll be right here." I say as I start to wash my hands in the kitchen sink.

I turn and dry my hands and then see a door open across the kitchen open, revealing Rafe who is shirtless and covered in sweat. His hair is a mess, his face a little red.

My eyes follow each muscle on his glistening chest all the way down to his-

"My eyes are up here." He says walking towards me, wiping himself off with a towel.

"Sorry-"

"Couldn't get enough of me last night so you found out where I lived, huh?" He asks smirking at me, stepping closer and closer.

"That's not what's happening-"

"Making friends with my sister just to see me again?" He asks looking down at me. His body is radiating heat, his skin almost touching mine.

I feel so flustered, my face must be red. Pull yourself together.

"I met her last night at the party, Charli is friends with all of them."

"Sure." His finger brushes the mark above my left breast and I feel goosebumps rise all over my body.

I push his hand away before saying, "Can we not talk about this to anyone, please? I didn't know you were her brother."

"I suppose." He says nonchalantly, eyeing my chest.

"Rafe, please. Oh god, this is fucked up." I say glancing at his arms, fuck, why are they so built.

He pulls me in quite suddenly and kisses me hard. I roll my eyes at myself as I kiss him back, trying to grasp at any part of him. His hand wanders down and squeezes my ass, hard, almost making a whine erupt from me. He pulls away for a moment, his breath fanning across my chest as his lips kiss the delicate skin.

The sound of the garage door slamming closed somewhere in the house makes me push him away and quickly run my hands over myself.

"Your face is red." He says stepping over to the fridge and pulling it open. I shoot a small glare at him right as Sarah enters the kitchen again.