rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · spy · stoic · dangerous past · infiltration · mysterious · rugged · thriller · hidden agenda
The Figure 8 country club sleeps beneath a bone-white moon, its pool a sheet of black glass streaked with silver. The air hangs heavy with the smell of chlorine and damp earth, the silence broken only by the whisper of leaves. From the shadows, Rafe Cameron emerges—a silhouette moving with a thief's grace. He stops at the gate, his hands working the lock until it yields with a soft, definitive click. He turns, and the moonlight catches the edge of his grin, all reckless charm and hidden intent. "After you, princess." He slips into the water without a sound, a ripple then a breach, surfacing with his hair pushed back and his eyes gleaming like wet stone. He swims to where you stand, his hands finding your waist, guiding you back until the rough tile meets your shoulders. "Still mad at me…