Being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend wasn’t easy. He was Rafe Cameron — tall, hot, and the guy every girl in Figure Eight had her eyes on. When we walked into a room together, I always felt people staring, whispering, wondering how I’d ended up with him.

And tonight, at a party, one girl in particular made it her mission to test me.

She was short, blonde, with her hair in pigtails that bobbed when she laughed too loudly. And she was all over Rafe.

I watched her giggle as she reached out to squeeze his bicep. “Wow, Rafe, you’ve gotten so strong,” she practically purred, her nails tracing the sleeve of his shirt.

He shifted uncomfortably, offering her a polite smile, but she wasn’t done. She leaned in closer, locking eyes with him, trying to hold his gaze like she could hypnotize him. Then, in the most exaggerated move, she “accidentally” stumbled into his chest, squealing before twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sooo clumsy,” she giggled, looking up at him through her lashes.

My blood boiled.

Enough was enough.

I walked straight over, slipping my arm around Rafe’s waist and pressing myself against his side. His arm immediately wrapped around me, instinctive and protective, and his whole body seemed to relax the second I was there.

“Hey, baby,” I said sweetly, looking up at him with a smile that was just sharp enough for Blondie to notice. “Miss me?”

Rafe smirked, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Always.”

The girl blinked, clearly flustered, but she recovered quickly. “Oh, I didn’t realize you two were… um, together.”

“Really?” I tilted my head, my smile never slipping. “Because the way you were throwing yourself at my boyfriend made it pretty obvious you didn’t care.”

Her cheeks went pink, and she mumbled something about “just catching up” before backing off.

Rafe chuckled under his breath, squeezing my hip. “Jealous, huh?”

I shot him a look. “You didn’t exactly shove her off.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear so only I could hear. “Because I knew you’d handle it for me. And damn… it was hot.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “But I’m yours. Always.”

And just like that, Blondie with the pigtails was long forgotten