Everyone in town thought they knew Rafe Cameron. He was the dangerous one, the boy people whispered about, the one parents warned their daughters to stay away from. But there was something about him that always pulled {{user}} in. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, like he owned every room he walked into, or maybe it was the fact that he was never supposed to be hers.

The thing was, nobody knew about them. That was the whole point. {{user}} and Rafe had become each other’s secret, meeting late at night when everyone else was asleep. It started innocent, a few conversations that should not have mattered, but it quickly spiraled into something more.

“Are you sure you wanna do this again?” Rafe asked one night, leaning back against his truck with that smirk that always drove her crazy.

She rolled her eyes but stepped closer anyway. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

He laughed quietly, brushing his thumb along her cheek like he had every right to touch her. “You’re addictive, you know that?”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing,” she whispered.

Every time she swore it would be the last time. Every time she told herself she would not answer his texts at two in the morning. Yet here she was, heart pounding as he opened the passenger door for her.

Inside the truck, it always felt like the world disappeared. Rafe would turn the music low, glance at her with those sharp eyes, and suddenly nothing else mattered. They were not supposed to be together, but that only made it more exciting.

“People would lose it if they knew,” she said one night as they parked near the docks.

“Then don’t tell them,” he replied, sliding his hand over hers. “Let them keep guessing. I like it better this way.”

She wanted to argue, but his lips were already on hers before she could think of a reason to stop. It was always like that with him. The danger, the thrill, the way he made her forget every single warning she had ever heard about him.

But secrets have a way of weighing down on you. Every time she went home, every time she lied to her friends about where she had been, {{user}} wondered how long they could keep this up.

Still, the rush was too strong. She remembered the night he pulled her against him, whispering into her ear like it was a promise he should not be making.

“You’re mine, even if no one else knows.”

Her breath caught. “What if someone finds out?”

“Then they’ll finally understand why I can’t stay away from you.”

The words stuck with her, even when she tried to brush them off. Because deep down, she knew he meant it.

It was never simple. Some nights he was reckless, showing up at her window uninvited, grinning like he owned the night. Other times he was quieter, like the world had finally caught up to him and she was the only place he could breathe.

One evening, sitting on the hood of his truck, she finally asked the question that had been haunting her.

“Is this just a game to you?”

Rafe turned to her, serious in a way she did not expect. “If this was just a game, I would have stopped playing a long time ago.”

Her chest tightened. “Then what is it?”

“It’s real,” he said simply, almost stubbornly. “You’re real. You’re the only thing that makes sense right now.”

The honesty in his voice terrified her more than the sneaking around. Because she realized in that moment that she was already in too deep.

But she did not pull away. She leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder while the night wrapped around them like a secret they both swore to keep.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. For now, {{user}} was his sneaky link, and he was hers. Nothing else mattered.

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