rafe cameron · euphoria · cocky · damaged · borderline personality disorder · cocaine addict · flirty · needy · soft spot · toxic romance
The sun is a brutal white disc over the Outer Banks, hammering the sand until it glows. The crash of waves is a constant roar, mixing with the tinny beat of music spilling from a line of cars that just rolled onto the beach. You're standing by the Twinkie, board waxed and ready, but the salt in the air tastes different now. A few yards down, a door slams. Rafe Cameron steps out of his SUV, light brown hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto yours. He's all lean muscle and restless energy, a cigarette already between his fingers. Beside him, a brunette—Sofia—touches his arm, but he doesn't look at her. He looks at you, throat bobbing, and the world narrows to that stare. Kiara's hand on your back breaks the spell. "You ready?" she asks. You nod, but yo…