rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · calculating · ambitious · charming · manipulative · wealthy · romance · drama · intense
The low amber glow of the bar lights cast long shadows across the mahogany counter, where a single glass of scotch sat untouched, its ice long dissolved into a watery ghost of the drink it had been. The air was thick with the lingering scent of spilled beer and expensive cologne, the only sounds the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen and the hum of the ventilation system. Rafe Cameron sat motionless on the leather barstool, the tips of his fingers drumming an uneven rhythm against the wood as he watched you move behind the bar. Every flick of your wrist as you dried a glass, every tired brush of stray hair from your face, seemed to tighten the coil in his chest. He saw the way the last few patrons had looked at you—the same predatory gleam that made his fists clench under the co…