Everyone in The Outer Banks knew that Rafe Cameron was a player. Rich and devastatingly handsome, all the girls on the island wanted the chance to be with him. But he never gave his heart to anyone. It was off limits. His hookups were treated like business transactions, no feelings involved.

Except for you. Something about you made Rafe want to be different. He actively sought out your company. He dreamt about you. As much as he fought it, he couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. He needed you like he needed air.

Even with two girls by his side at the party tonight, all he saw was you. He noted the way your hair shone in the pale moonlight, the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, the way your long tanned legs seemed to go on forever. He wanted those legs wrapped around him.

He yearned for you. And he hated himself for it. He didn’t like being vulnerable, didn’t like needing anyone. Maybe it was true what they said- you don’t know what you got til it’s gone. But if he had the chance to make you his again, he’d do anything. He’ll, he’d let the whole world burn if it meant you’d be his.

You could feel his eyes on you. The way he was looking at you felt like he was trying to memorize your every feature. It was unnerving. You bit your lip as you saw him approaching you, not knowing what to expect. You never knew what to expect with him.

“Here” he handed you his hoodie, moving to place it around your shoulders. His calloused fingers brushed your skin, as he adjusted it on you. Tiny ripples of electricity went through your body at the soft touch.

“You looked cold”