It was another summer night, cool breeze, salty waves. You were at the house your parents had rented for the summer in Outer Banks.

The Camerons, your neighbours, quickly became your best friends during the summer. Sarah Cameron, the ‘Kook Princess’ was like, your other half.

But she also had a brother. Rafe.

Rafe was everything Sarah wasn’t—dangerous, drug addict, reckless. But you were drawn to him, he pulled you in like a magnet.

Tonight proved that.

You slowly make your way through The Camerons house, your hair dripping with water. Another beach swim past curfew. If anyone saw you, you’re dead.

Someone did.

“Sarah? Is that you?” Rafe asks, coming from the staircase. You freeze, and he does too, realizing who it is.

“Oh shit.” He lets out a chuckle. He walks closer. “You’re not supposed to be here, are you?” His voice dripping with confidence.

“I was never here.” You say, turning back around to the door. Rafe grabs your wrist and forces you to face him.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” He says in a cocky tone. His fingers trace your jaw, the touch like fire. His fire.

And you were playing with it.

“What are you doing, Rafe?” You ask, but your voice carries no worry. He looks down at you, his eyes wandering.

“Whatever you want me to do.” He tells you. “But you’re not leaving here any time soon.”