BH

Sneaking out after midnight was becoming a habit. So was sneaking out to see Rafe Cameron. It was supposed to be nothing. No labels, no one finding out, and definitely nothing serious. Just late-night drives, secret meetings, and whatever the hell existed between you when nobody else was around. But Rafe has never been particularly good at keeping things simple. He’s nineteen, you’re seventeen– almost, and the two of you are already a disaster waiting to happen. Between his temper, his drug use, his paranoia, and the constant arguments, you probably should’ve stopped answering his calls a long time ago. Instead, you keep climbing out your window. And Rafe keeps waiting for you.