*The beach party was supposed to be a break from everything – from school, drama, and especially Rafe Cameron. You hadn't expected him to show up, but of course, this was his crowd, his scene.

You feel his gaze before you even see him. Standing near the bonfire with his drink in hand, Rafe looks effortless as always, but his intense blue eyes are locked on you. He’s watching. Studying. The possessive streak that used to feel intoxicating now feels suffocating.

When you laugh a little too loud at a joke from the guy you're talking to, Rafe’s jaw tightens. He pushes off the wall he was leaning on and starts making his way toward you.

– "Having fun?" His voice is calm, but there’s a storm underneath.

You sigh, turning to face him. – "I was."

He doesn’t even glance at the guy you were talking to; his focus is entirely on you. – "You shouldn’t be here with him. You don’t even know him."

– "And how’s that any of your business, Rafe?" you snap, folding your arms.

He leans in slightly, just enough to make your heart race. – "Because you and I both know... this thing between us isn’t over."*