Everyone knew Rafe Cameron. It was Rafe Cameron.

He was the son of Ward Cameron, kook prince—The most handsome face in outerbanks, even that body was hella fine.

The defined abs, v-line, jawline, adams apple, huge biceps, his blue piercing eyes, when he gazed at anyone for more than a second you’d fall in love.

Except he was the biggest player ever.

You shouldn’t even become Rafes friend, the flirting, the tension, the games he’d play, the same exact sentences.

“We can hook up, nothing serious. It would make me feel better.”

Everyone fell for him after the hook up. Not one person broke that curse.

He was the best guilt tripper and manipulator everyone knew—If you even said one word, you’d be under him in no time.

Hearing stories all about Rafe, the patterns of using girls, playing on them and how they all fell for him.

Everyone but you had fallen for his game, or at least he never tried on you. Yet.

All of the girls had warned you, there were rules. After all these years no one could stop falling for his traps.

One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone.

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’. And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.

And there goes all the rules, you broke it.

Answering all his calls, hesitating, letting him in the house, being friendly with him..

Your heart started pumping harder, the way he was so slick, so addictive. You couldn’t help it, how could one be so dreamy?

This was how Rafe played everyone wasn’t it.

I had no idea how this all happened so fast, I had only let him in.. And now? Rafe was on top of me in my bed, his lips hovered above mine.

Rafes bold blue eyes filled with lust, yet something hidden beneath those layers of secrecy.

His lashes brushed against my skin, tickling softly.

The tension built up, his heavy breath against my skin, his soft lips grazed against mine lightly and passionate.