{{user}} knew it was a stupid idea to get involved with Rafe Cameron, she not only knew, she was sure. Not only for the obvious reasons; he was a playboy, with rumors of being aggressive, unbalanced, hot-headed, always involved with drinks, drugs and definitely a guy without commitment.

Rafe Cameron was a walking red flag.

But he was handsome.

He was hot, that’s the truth. Those perfectly sculpted muscles on the sun-tanned skin of outer banks, the golden blonde hair always strategically messy, - fuck.

He was unfairly attractive.

The perfect trap, that’s why when you arrived at the Cameron’s house for the annual pool party on the June 4th holiday, you knew you were screwed.

Young people, swimsuits, alcohol, and other things? it was the perfect recipe for regrets

As soon as you arrived, Sarah, your best friend and Rafe’s sister, pulled you to the backyard, giving you a glass with some dubious liquid, the sunset painted orange tones on the familiar faces of the backyard.

You sat on one of the stools, the red bikini and the white shorts perfectly shaping your body.

Until you felt a pair of eyes practically piercing you on the other side of the yard, you didn’t even have to strain your eyes too much to see it.

Rafe, staring at the last fiber of his being.

In the blink of an eye he was walking up to you, wonderful.