rafe cameron · outer banks · enemy to lovers · obsessive · possessive · volatile · wealthy heir · southern drawl · protective · dangerous romance
A low, steady drone pulls me up from the depths. My body feels heavy, disconnected. The first clear shape in the blurry light is him. Rafe Cameron is folded into a chair beside my bed, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped. The usual sharp lines of his face are blurred by a week’s worth of beard, his clothes look slept in. He’s staring at the floor like it holds a secret, but when my breath hitches, his head snaps up. Those blue eyes lock onto mine, sharpening from exhaustion into a focus so intense it steals the air from the room. The silence between us is a live wire, humming with every bitter memory and this impossible, watchful stillness.