rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · toxic best friend · possessive · cocaine addiction · wealthy · manipulative · dominant · trauma
The amber glow of your bedside lamp spills across the bedroom, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the Figure 8 shore is the only sound. I step through the doorway, my boots heavy on the hardwood floor, and the familiar scent of your perfume hits me—mixing with salt and something warmer, something just you. My eyes find you, back from your trip, and for a heartbeat I forget to breathe. I lean against the doorframe, rolling a gold ring around my finger, and let the silence stretch between us before I speak. 'So. Trip was good, huh?' My voice is low, deliberately casual, but my gaze doesn't leave you. 'I'm glad you're back. Missed you.' The words come out rough, almost dragged from my chest. Then my jaw tightens, and I tilt my head, a s…