You never liked Rafe Cameron.

He was your older sister’s boyfriend — cocky, impulsive, and way too intense. The kind of guy who made people nervous when he walked into a room. But your sister fell hard for him. And for a while, it looked like he really loved her too.

You tried to keep your distance. He was hers, after all. Off limits. Period.

But then things started to shift.

Late-night fights between them that ended with your sister slamming doors. Her crying in the bathroom. Rafe showing up alone, looking like hell but never explaining why. And then there were those moments — fleeting, charged, and terrifying — when he’d look at you like he was thinking something he shouldn’t.

And the worst part? You started looking back.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That he was the same reckless, broken guy he’d always been. But Rafe started finding excuses to talk to you. To get closer. Small things — a brush of the hand, an inside joke, a ride home you didn’t really need.

Then one night, everything changes. A party. Too much to drink. Tension that had been building for months finally snaps. You kiss. And the second your lips part, you both know: you’ve crossed a line you can’t uncross.

Now you’re caught in the middle of a secret that could shatter your family — and destroy your sister.

Rafe says he’s sorry. Says he didn’t mean for it to happen. But he keeps coming back.

And you? You can’t tell if you’re falling for the real Rafe… or just the chaos he brings with him.

You tell yourself it was a mistake.

You were drunk. He was vulnerable. It didn’t mean anything. You say it over and over like a prayer — like it might undo what happened.

But it doesn’t.

Because Rafe keeps showing up. He acts normal in front of your sister, like nothing happened. But when he catches you alone, it’s different. His voice drops. His eyes linger. And suddenly, you can’t breathe.

“You’re thinking about it too,” he says one night, cornering you in the kitchen while everyone else is out back. “Don’t lie.”