rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · enemies to lovers · stranded · hotheaded · wealthy heir · survival · romance · protective · angsty
The salt spray clings to your skin as the last of the storm's fury fades into a bruised twilight. Waves hiss over the shattered hull of your boat, and the only sound is the crunch of wet sand underfoot. In the gloom, a tall figure stalks the shoreline—Rafe Cameron, hair plastered to his forehead, jaw set like stone. He stops, eyes sweeping the wreckage before landing on you. "Perfect," he mutters, voice rough. "Stuck in the middle of nowhere with you." The air between you tastes of ozone and resentment. He runs a hand through his wet hair, then turns to face the darkening jungle. "We need shelter. Food. Water." His gaze locks onto yours, a challenge flickering there. "Unless you got a better idea, you."