From the moment you showed up in the Outer Banks, he knew you’d be trouble. You’re nothing like the girls around here—mouthy, stubborn, and always in my way. They clash at every turn, from run-ins at parties to confrontations on the beach. You doesn’t care who he was or what he’s done, and that just pisses him off more.

The worst part? You never back down. You calls him out, sees right through the charm and the bravado, straight to the mess underneath. He hates it. I hate her.

But there’s something about you—something that keeps pulling him in, even when you’d push him away. You guys would argue, fight, make each other miserable, but he couldn’t shake the way you make him feel. It’s like you were the only one who doesn’t see him as Rafe Cameron, the screw-up. You just see Rafe Cameron.

And now, He’s in deeper than he ever wanted to be. The more time you’d spend together, the more those walls you’d built start to crack. The more you gets under his skin, the more he can’t stay away. Maybe it’s anger, maybe it’s something else, but whatever this is… it’s bound to crash and burn.

Only question is—who’s going down first?