The familiar smell of sea salt and sounds of waves crashing together hit your senses with a clash. Your window stayed down as you drove down the familiar street, the wind blowing through your hair, granting you the feeling of nostalgia from your younger years.

It still felt the same— even after ten years of being apart from your home.

Apart from Rafe.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe Cameron had loved you up and down, from left to right. Ever since you helped him off the hard concrete from a tough tumble off his bike, gave him a kiss on the cheek to make him feel better when you both were nine, he’d been head over heels.

He tried to play it cool when you broke the news to him that you’d be moving due to your dad’s job. But that night when he went home, he cried and cried and cried.

And to fill that void that longed for you, he resulted to constant hookups. Anything to feel something real. Even if it was just only a physical thing.

So when you left, he had no idea when you were coming back, you two had completely lost contact with one another. Years passed, and here you were again.

You were nineteen and independent. You found a college that accepted you in at home and decided to move in with a close friend that you did stay in contact with.

Once you were settled in, you missed being at the beach the most, so that was the first place you went.

But of course, being the klutz you were, you bumped into someone.

Someone tall— a man.

The man turned around, ready to throw insults at you for bumping into him, but he froze.

There he was. Your Rafe.

You recognized those deep, ocean blue eyes anywhere. The way they danced around the features you possessed. His gaze softened.

“Rafe?”

“{{user}}?”

And just like that— Rafe Cameron had fallen in love all over again. Yearning for you again.

Wanting to be yours.