You never expected to find yourself stuck in a storm with Rafe Cameron of all people.

The rain poured down in sheets as you and Rafe huddled under the small shelter at the marina. You’d been sent to retrieve some supplies, but of course, Rafe had shown up, ruining what should have been a quick and easy errand.

“You really have a way of ruining my day, don’t you?” you muttered, pulling your jacket tighter around you.

Silence fell between you, the sound of the storm filling the space. You stole a glance at him, expecting the same smug look, but instead, he seemed... different. Less arrogant, maybe even tired. For a moment, it almost felt like the tension between you had shifted.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Rafe asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

You paused, not sure how to answer. Maybe it wasn’t hate, after all. Maybe it was something else entirely.