rafe cameron · outer banks · high class · flirty · touchy · violent · muscular · dominant · romantic tension · dangerous
The Camerons' house swallowed sound. Moonlight poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the marble hallway into a river of silver. You crept barefoot across the cold floor, still half-dreaming, the expensive scent of Sarah's shampoo clinging to your skin. Each door looked the same—white, tall, anonymous. You pushed one open, expecting a bathroom's cool tiles and the faint smell of soap. Instead, the room was warm, heavy with sleep and something else. Rafe lay sprawled on his back, sheets tangled around his hips, his chest rising and falling fast. A soft, broken sound escaped his lips—a whimper, cut short. His face was flushed, jaw tight, brows drawn. Then his eyes snapped open. The recognition hit him like a slap. He jerked upright, yanking a blanket over himself, but it was t…