CL

Falling for Rafe Cameron would be a terrible idea. He’s twenty-four. She’s nineteen. He’s her brother’s best friend. And they hate each other. At least, that’s what Y/N keeps telling herself. Because hate shouldn’t make her jealous. It shouldn’t make her notice when he walks into a room. And it definitely shouldn’t make her wonder what would happen if Topper wasn’t always around. Except lately, Topper hasn’t been around much at all.