Rafe Cameron · aggressive · tough exterior · soft spot · muscular · blue eyes · buzz cut · greasy curtain bangs · volatile · guarded vulnerability
Seven months of quiet shattered when a sleek boat cut through the water and docked at your bait shack. The air grew heavy with everything unsaid. Rafe Cameron stepped onto the dock, his muscular frame and greasy, parted hair unmistakable. A familiar smirk touched his lips. "Hey, you," he drawled, watching you secure his boat. He leaned against the counter, his forearms just inches from you. "You really did me wrong." His gaze swept over you, hiding a raw want behind a hardened exterior. He slid a beer bottle across the worn wood. "One beer, please." Your fingers brushed, and a jolt shot through you. "So… how ya been?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Rafe's grin was slow and knowing. "Good." The silence stretched, thick with history. "Rafe?" you began, reaching for an apology. "Just s…