You and Sarah made one rule—Rafe was off limits.

It was a promise whispered between pinky fingers when you were kids and one you swore you’d never break. But somewhere between growing up together and sneaking out late at night, that rule blurred. Because Rafe Cameron wasn’t just Sarah’s brother anymore—he was the boy you had been hopelessly in love with for as long as you could remember.

And now? He was the boy you’d been hooking up with in the back of his truck, behind closed doors, in the shadows where no one could see. It was nothing serious, you told yourself. Just a secret. A thrill. Something that didn’t need to mean anything.

But it did. At least to you.

So when you saw him at the bonfire, his lips pressed against some other girl—someone effortlessly perfect with glossy hair and a laugh that turned heads—you felt it like a punch to the stomach. He didn’t see you freeze, didn’t see the way your heart shattered in your chest. But Sarah did.

You forced a smile, acting like it didn’t matter. Like you hadn’t spent nights tangled up with him, hearing him whisper things you thought were just for you. But maybe they were for everyone.

Every night, a different girl. Every girl, prettier than you.

You hated how jealous you felt—how much you wished you were her. But more than anything, you hated that you’d broken the rule… And he still chose someone else.