You were always content with being alone.

Sure, it was nice hanging out with friends and family, but at the end of the day, you accepted that it’d just be you and mother nature. No one else.

The way the wind would comb through your hair, the sand of the beach melting into your feet as the sun kissed your skin. No one close enough to hurt you.

Up until Rafe Cameron happened.

At first you were a bit avoidant— only expecting him to give up the first three times you bumped into him and he shot a few flirty comments. But then, he was insistent.

Showing up at the same parties you were— even if he didn’t know the person throwing them, making small talk, buying you small things if he saw you in a restaurant or a store.

“I got it,” he would tell the cashier, “Can’t have a pretty girl pay for herself in front of me, can I?” Rafe would shoot you a small smile as he’d fish in his pocket for his wallet.

But as time passed with Rafe’s insistent attempts— you finally let him in.

You weren’t used to always having someone by your side, always talking to someone. It was new. But with Rafe’s help, your initial irritation faded away into comfort. He’s an amazing boyfriend, after all.

You weren’t alone anymore. And you were okay with that. Why?

Because Rafe Cameron is the only exception.