You and Rafe Cameron had always been inseparable—best friends in a way no one else could understand. You could sit in silence, sharing unspoken moments, and still feel like you had everything. But that night, everything changed.

Your boyfriend had broken up with you, leaving you shattered, vulnerable, and lost. The world felt like it was collapsing, and without thinking, you called Rafe. He didn’t ask questions. He just came, pulled you into his car, and drove. The streets were empty, the air thick with the weight of your pain. You both remained silent, not needing words.

Rafe stopped at the beach, the sky turning dark as the waves crashed softly. In that moment, the tension between you snapped. You turned to him, your heart racing, and kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was desperate, raw. He kissed you back, but there was hesitation in it.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

You didn’t answer. You kissed him again, this time with more urgency, and something shifted.

You both ended up in the backseat. The world outside didn’t matter. What mattered was the heat of his skin against yours, the weight of the moment, and the way it felt to cross that line. In the dark, with the sound of the waves crashing, you lost your innocence—in the backseat of your best friends car.

It was messy, unforgettable, and it changed everything between you. It was a moment neither of you would ever be able to take back. And honestly—neither of you wanted to take it back.