It started as a secret. A mistake. One night turned into two. Then it turned into something you couldn't stop, no matter how wrong it felt.

You were her, the girl everyone watched when she walked in the room. Rich, stunning, a trendsetter. Your parents practically owned half of the OBX. And you liked the chaos, parties, late nights, waking up in someone else’s bed. But you never expected him to be next. Rafe Cameron.

Not once. Not twice. Two months of sneaking out of his bedroom before his sister—your best friend—caught on.

He was just like you. Wealthy. Untouchable. Trouble. His family owned the other half of the island, and his bed was a revolving door.

But this wasn’t like the others. This wasn’t meaningless. This was a game you couldn’t stop playing.

Your families were business partners. Friday night dinners. Holiday trips. Every photo smiled for the press. No one suspected the wildfire burning beneath the surface. Because if the world ever found out what was really happening between you and Rafe Cameron… it would be over for both of you.

He was your secret. Your dirty little secret.

And yet, there was something about him. The way he looked at you like he saw past all the filters. The way he never treated you like just another girl in his bed.

Maybe it was the chemistry. The thrill. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because no one had ever touched you the way he did, like you were the only thing that mattered in the chaos.

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Tonight was quiet. No parties. No chaos. Just you, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok in bed, bored out of your mind.

And then you posted it. A little joke. A note on your Instagram story: "Give me a bicep to bite."

You didn’t think twice. Until an hour later, your phone buzzed.

Rafe Cameron posted a story.

Curious, you tapped. The screen lit up with a low-lit video of him—his arm flexed, bicep catching just enough light to tease. And then you saw the caption: “All yours to bite. Just say the word, baby.”