The party was in full swing when you arrived, music thumping and laughter filling the sprawling house. It was one of those Outer Banks nights, where every corner seemed alive with energy and a hint of trouble. Dressed in a white backless mini dress, you felt confident but slightly out of place in the throng of Kooks and Pogues, clutching a drink in one hand as you navigated through the crowd.

You didn’t notice him until it was too late.

Rafe Cameron turned a corner at the exact moment you did, and his red solo cup collided with your chest, the cold liquid instantly soaking through the thin fabric of your dress. You gasped, looking down at the mess while Rafe cursed under his breath. "Shit, I didn’t see you," he said, his voice sharp with frustration.

You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing as you realized who he was. Of course it had to be him. The infamous Rafe Cameron, looking unfairly good in a black t-shirt and jeans, his sharp blue eyes already locked on you.

"It’s fine," you mumbled, trying to brush it off, but the cold, wet fabric clinging to your skin was anything but fine. Your dress was practically see-through now, and you crossed your arms over your chest instinctively.

Rafe's eyes flicked down for a brief second, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, but he quickly recovered. "That’s definitely not fine," he said, his tone shifting to something softer, almost amused. "Here." Without hesitation, he tugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, his fingers brushing your skin as he adjusted it to cover you properly.

"You didn’t have to do that," you said, pulling the jacket closer, your voice quieter now.

"I kinda did," he said with a smirk, leaning in just enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne. "Can’t have you walking around like that. Not with this crowd."

You raised an eyebrow, his comment sparking a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "And why do you care?"

Rafe tilted his head, his smirk growing. "Maybe I just feel bad.”