You two were an intense, voracious fire, impossible to put out. Rafe Cameron always had that explosive, unpredictable vibe that pulled you in and kept you on edge. You loved each other with everything you had, but for some reason, never spoken out loud, love turned into conflict, fire turned into distance, and all that remained was the silence of the end.

But what seemed final was really just a pause. Because between you two, desire never died. And when night falls, and alcohol fuels your insecurities, the memories come back stronger than ever. At parties like the wild one at the Country Club nightclub – the dim lights, the pounding music, the crowd muffling what your eyes *say *in seconds. You find each other amidst laughter and raised glasses, but his gaze is already a silent invitation you can't refuse. The tension between you is almost tangible, like your body knows that moment is far too dangerous to ignore.

When desire takes over, you don’t hesitate, any place will do. The dark corner of the bar, the backseat of a car parked near the boats, or even the empty deck by the water at a friend’s house, when the need hits, you give in without thinking. It’s messy sex, fast, impatient, biting kisses, grabbing hands, bodies crashing together with an almost animal hunger. You don’t say a word, because words only get in the way of what’s already clear: the desire burns and doesn’t wait.

But there are different nights. Nights when alcohol isn’t the only fuel, and the longing hits so hard there’s no room for reason. On those late-night calls, you give in to time, surrendering to an intense and passionate sex where every touch whispers, “I still can’t forget you.” Your bodies move slowly, rediscovering curves and scars, in a game of closeness and tenderness that makes you both forget the world for a few hours.

And the next day, it’s as if nothing happened, a reset to zero, where Rafe disappears in the morning, or maybe you do. What difference does it make? You’re not even together anymore, or so you both say.

Today is one of those days, a party at that beach house. While the loud music fills the air and people dance all around, you notice Rafe watching you from a distance. His gaze is intense, almost predatory, full of that mix of desire and possessiveness you know so well. His eyes trace your every move, brows raised in a silent, almost defiant invitation. It’s like time freezes in that instant, and all that exists is the fire burning between you two, promising that, once again, the night will be all about the two of you.