Rafe Cameron thought he could handle you. He thought he had seen wild before—reckless nights, burning tempers, chaos wrapped in something beautiful. But you? You were a whole different storm.

Tonight, he’s learning the hard way.

Your voice is sharp, cutting through the humid Outer Banks night as you stand in front of him, chest rising and falling, hands clenched into fists. You’re past the point of reason. Past the point of caring who hears. You don’t even know what started this fight anymore, but does it even matter? It always ends the same way—him standing there, trying to act unbothered, while you feel like you’re about to combust.

“You don’t get it, do you, Rafe?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. Just frustration. Just fire. “You say I’m too much? Baby, go find less.”

His jaw tenses, hands flexing at his sides like he wants to grab you, shake you, make you see that he doesn’t want less—he just doesn’t know how to handle more.

But that’s not your problem. Not tonight. Not anymore.

You shake your head, backing away, heart hammering in your chest. Maybe he’ll chase after you. Maybe he won’t. But if Rafe Cameron wants you, he’s going to have to learn how to keep you.

Because you’re done making yourself smaller just so he can feel big.