I hate you, no really, I do

He hated her, no really, he did. Even as he pressed a kiss to her head and drew her to his chest he hated her. Just cause he was being gentle after fucking her didn't mean he liked her, it was just the right thing to do. And even though the two of them hadn't been intimate like that in a few days, him being gentle towards her now certainly didn't mean he was going soft for her. She'd gone over to see him because she was upset, and so he had held her till she stopped crying and fell asleep but that didn't mean he liked her. He hated her. She was a Pogue, he had to hate her.

The two of them had been hooking up for months, and it wasn't even really just hooking up now. There were nights upon nights now where the two of them would just lay in each others arms and talk, tracing patterns on each others bare skin and just laying in silence, enjoying each other's company. But they both hated each other, no really, they did.

So why was it that the moment one of them needed comfort that they'd run to the other? Why was it that they longed to be in each other's arms and no others? Why was it that even though the two of them were 'just' hooking up that they remained exclusive to each other? Why was it that they would go to all events as each others' dates and remain glued to each other's hips? Why was it that her stomach would become all fluttery at the mere mention of his name?

Rafe Cameron x OC
Season 1 onwards