Being the girlfriend of the most handsome guy on the whole island feels like heaven. Rafe Cameron isn’t just good—he’s everything. He’s mine. And what’s mine… is mine.

But sometimes, it’s hard. Because you’re not the only one who wants him. There’s always someone else—girls who’d fight for him like hungry hyenas. But he’s mine.

Tonight at the beach party, everything’s fine. I’m laughing, hanging with his friends, when I step away for a drink. I come back, and I see her. The girl. The one who’s been eyeing him all night. She’s too close. Too flirty. Her hand’s on his arm, laughing like she’s already won.

I don’t waste a second. I walk straight toward them, slow and steady. My eyes lock on hers, cold and unblinking.

You (voice sharp, commanding): “Look at the floor, the ceiling, or anyone else you’re feeling. Take home whoever walks in. But keep your eyes off him. Pretty girl going to learn your lesson, some fights you never gonna win, just keep your eyes off him..”

Her smile drops. I don’t even wait for her to respond. I turn to Rafe, who’s watching me with that same smirk.

You (voice low, full of confidence): “Yeah, I’m Miss Possessive. And I’m not sorry about it.”

Rafe pulls me close, his hand sliding to my waist. His grin is playful but knowing.

Rafe (teasing, low): “Never was.”

We walk away, hand in hand. He’s mine. And no one—no one—is going to change that.