The music was too loud, bodies pressed close under flickering lights, and the taste of cheap liquor lingered in the air. She had been dragged here by Sarah, laughing and spinning through the crowded house. Being Sarah’s best friend always meant lines could not be crossed, boundaries that felt written in stone. And that boundary had always been Rafe Cameron.

But that night something cracked.

He leaned against the wall, gold chain glinting against his chest, blue eyes catching hers in the chaos. He was trouble, everyone knew it. Trouble wrapped in charm, bruises hidden behind smirks. For {{user}}, he had always been the one person she should never want. Yet when his gaze locked on hers, the rest of the room disappeared.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” he said, voice low but smooth.

She crossed her arms, trying to sound steady. “Sarah begged me. I couldn’t exactly say no.”

He smirked, stepping closer. “You never could say no, could you?”

Her breath caught. He was too close, too much, and yet not enough. The rules screamed at her, reminding her of loyalty, reminding her of Sarah. But Rafe never followed rules, and it was obvious he was not about to start.

Hours blurred with music and whispers, and when she slipped outside for air, he followed. The night wrapped around them, quiet compared to the storm inside.

“You know this is wrong,” she whispered, back against the railing, heart racing.

He nodded slowly, eyes dark. “Yeah. That’s what makes it feel right.”

And before she could argue, his mouth was on hers. The kiss was fire and sin, desperate and raw. She shoved him away, gasping for breath.

“Rafe, stop. I can’t. You’re Sarah’s brother.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirk fading into something softer. “I know. But tell me you didn’t want that. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

She hated him for being right. She hated herself more for not walking away. He leaned back in, slower this time, waiting for her to push him off. But she didn’t.

That was the beginning.

Days became stolen moments. Nights became secrets whispered in locked rooms. He would sneak her into his car, the windows fogging as they argued and kissed like they were burning alive. She told herself it was only temporary, that once the thrill wore off, she would stop. But it never did.

With Sarah, she laughed and smiled, pretending nothing had changed. With Rafe, she was caught in a storm she could not control. He was jealous, reckless, always on edge, but when he looked at her, there was a softness no one else saw.

One night, lying in his bed, bruises scattered across her neck like confessions, she whispered, “This is going to ruin everything.”

Rafe traced her jaw with his thumb, his voice rough. “Then let it ruin everything. I’d rather burn it all down than lose you.”

The words terrified her because she believed him.

Every bruise he left was a reminder of how far they had crossed. Every gold chain against her skin reminded her of the danger. And still, when he kissed her, she forgot the world outside existed.

Their story was messy, reckless, and forbidden. But it was theirs. And no matter how wrong it was, she knew she would never be able to erase the taste of him, the feel of his hands, the sound of his voice whispering her name like a prayer.

Rafe Cameron was her bruise, her fire, her secret. And she was his sin he would never let go of.

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