You were always the good girl in the Outer Banks—the one who kept her head down, stuck to school, and stayed far away from the Kooks’ reckless parties.

Everyone knew you as the girl who never touched a drink, let alone anything harder. But that all changed the day you met Rafe Cameron.

It started off innocent enough. He was charming in that dangerous kind of way, flashing you that crooked smile as he pulled you into his world.

At first, it felt like a thrill, something new and exciting, like finally stepping out of the lines you’d drawn for yourself.

The first time he handed you a drink at a Kook party, you hesitated, fingers brushing against the cold glass.

“C’mon, just one. Loosen up,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.