The Midsummers party was in full swing, the soft glow of string lights casting shadows over the crowd. You leaned against one of the pergola’s wooden posts, watching as couples mingled and laughter floated through the air.

You weren’t supposed to be here with him. Your families hated each other, their rivalry over wealth and power making it impossible for you and Rafe to be anything more than a secret. But that didn’t stop him.. or you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him. Rafe Cameron. He moved with his usual confident stride, looking every bit the golden boy in his perfectly tailored navy blue suit.

He approached with a smirk, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “No boyfriend to keep you company tonight?”

You raised an eyebrow, matching his teasing tone. “Why? Jealous?”

“Maybe a little,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

Your lips curved into a sly smile. “Funny, because I was just wondering where my boyfriend was tonight.”

Rafe chuckled softly, leaning against the post beside you. “He’s here now. Think he can sneak you out of this thing?”