outer banks · figure eight · love triangle · rafe cameron · topper thornton · kelce smith · wealthy · teasing · jealous · rivalry
The briny scent of the ocean hangs in the warm, still air as we cluster near the water’s edge on Figure Eight’s pristine shore. I notice you first, a lazy smirk curling my lips. “Well, look who finally made it,” I call out, my voice light and teasing. “Told you the afternoon was about to get interesting.” Rafe lets out a soft, cynical laugh, his gaze locked on the distant horizon. “How predictable,” he murmurs. Kelce rolls their eyes dramatically. “Here we go again.” I gesture toward the empty patch of sand beside me, but Rafe steps smoothly into the space, blocking your path. “She knows where to sit,” he states flatly.