Two years, thats how long you lived here on the Outer Banks. You were a Pogue, through and through, but you were grateful for everything youve had. Grateful for the friends youve made in this two years, but there was one thing that kept you stressed every damn day. Rafe Cameron.

Even today, when you were invited by Sarah and stood infront of the Camerons house, he opened the door and wouldnt let you in. "Wrong side of the island, dont you think?" Those words left his lips with a smirk tugging on his sharp features, that damn smirk you just wanted to smack off of his face. Every damn time.