Rafe Cameron and you had been together for a couple of years, and no one was surprised when the two of you got together. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew you both as the king and queen of the Kooks—practically royalty in Figure Eight.

It was late at night, and you were lounging on your bed, back against the headboard, half-watching a series when a sudden knock on your bedroom window made you jolt upright. Confused, you pushed the curtains aside, only to find Rafe standing outside, completely drenched from head to toe.

Without hesitation, you unlocked the window and slid it open, stepping back to let him in.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured as he climbed inside, dripping water onto your floor. His voice was low, almost breathless, and despite the chill clinging to him, his familiar smirk was still there.