This time, you left the party at Tannyhill much earlier than usual. You always used to be the last one to leave, helping your best friend, Sarah, get herself together. A cold breeze wrapped around your back—you were wearing only a short party dress in which you looked stunning. Your parents had gone on a trip, so there was no one to pick you up.

To be honest, you left the party so early because you saw some girls who were practically obsessed with Rafe, trying to get his attention. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were jealous of your best friend’s brother, so you just walked away.

On your way home, you felt someone’s gaze on you—a piercing stare. You looked around to check if anyone was following you, but there was no one. Suddenly, you tripped over a rock and would have fallen flat on your face, but strong, big hands caught you.

It was Rafe. Of course, it was him. And he had been following you the whole way…