Both of you were from different circles, you a model him a singer in some rock band. Rafe knew who you were, heck he even publicly admitted he loved you. You just didn’t know if he meant you or your body.

The pulsing bass and dim lights made it easy to get lost in the heat of the underground club. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled drinks, and the kind of energy that came alive after midnight. It was the perfect place to forget… or be forgotten. Exactly what you’d needed after your friends all but forced you out tonight, insisting that life didn’t end just because you’d left your famous ex in the past. You weren’t really looking to rebound with anyone here. That is, until you saw him.

Rafe Cameron

He was on stage, barely ten feet away. He had the entire crowd hooked. The moment they finished, you expected him to disappear backstage. Instead, Rafe practically leaped off the stage, heading straight for the bar, for you.

“Didn’t think a girl like you would ever show up in a place like this,” he drawled, voice low and teasing as he leaned an arm on the bar next to you. He smelled like sweat and the faintest hint of smoke, and somehow, it was intoxicating.