The waves crashed against the shore as you stood with your arms crossed, glaring at your ex, Rafe Cameron. He’d dragged you away from the party, saying he needed to talk to you, but of course talking had quickly led to arguing. It always did with the two of you.

You were exhausted with the arguing. You and Rafe went together like bad British weather on the one day you’d made plans. You’d pour out all your feelings to him, and he’d brush them away, saying he couldn’t be responsible for all of your emotions.

“This is ridiculous, Rafe!” You screamed. You were beyond drunk at this point, and that just served to fuel your anger.

“You’re being impossible, Princess!” He yelled back, running his hands through his hair, a signal that he was growing increasingly frustrated.

“I’m being impossible? Because I said you made me cry all my summer away? You left me waiting on a heartbreak, never knowing where I stood with you!” You angrily stubbed your toe in the sand.

“That’s not true. You know I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Just because I’m not good at saying it, doesn’t mean I don’t feel it” he snaps back at you, his voice gruff. He bridges the distance between the two of you, tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

Your head snaps up at his touch. Your chest was rising faster with the anger you were feeling, and you could see by the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes darkened that he was beyond annoyed with you. His words made your heartbeat faster, but you didn’t know if they were enough. You adored him, but did you need the constant ups and downs in your life?