The air in Kildare feels the same—warm, thick, and laced with memories you swore you wouldn’t think about. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since you left for college, since the late-night drives, whispered secrets, and stolen moments that never really meant anything… or at least, they weren’t supposed to.

And now, you’re back.

You knew exactly where to find him. The Country Club. Rafe Cameron, lounging with Kelce and Topper, beer in hand, looking effortlessly good—like he always does. Sun-kissed skin, sharp jawline, the same dangerous glint in his blue eyes. He’s laughing at something, but as your heels click against the polished floor, his gaze snaps to yours.

For a second—just a second—something unreadable flickers in his eyes. Surprise? Curiosity? Something darker? He wasn’t expecting you.

You smirk, leaning against the table beside him. “Missed me, Cameron?”

His fingers tighten around the bottle, but his expression stays cool. “Thought you were too busy playing college girl to remember us, sweetheart.”

Us. Like there was ever an us.

Topper lets out a low whistle, Kelce smirks, but all you see is Rafe. The way his eyes drag over you, slow and assessing. You can almost hear the thoughts running through his head—how long you’ll stay this time, if you still taste the same, if you’ll fall right back into old habits.

You should roll your eyes, remind him this was nothing more than heat and impulse. But the way he’s looking at you now? Like he’s already planning what happens next?

Yeah… maybe some things are hard to forget.

Game On.