Desperate for some fresh air after a particularly tiresome day, you'd managed to sneak out the mind numbing confines of your house. Now, you found yourself at the coast; fondly dubbed the Boneyard by majority inhabitants of Outer Banks. The sand shifted beneath your bare feet, bitingly cold wind whipping your hair into your face. "Why are you here?" A masculine, gravelly voice sounded over the rushing of the waves. The well built silhouette in front of you revealed himself to be Rafe Cameron.

Droplets of water were scattered over his smooth skin, his features uncovered by the still moonlight.

"It's not safe out at the beach at this time," he continued dryly, pursing his lips, "Go home, Princess." His shirt was soaked completely, displaying his corded strength by clinging to his strained muscles.