rafe cameron · outer banks · exes to lovers · protective · sarcastic · wealthy · dirt bike racer · cold exterior · unresolved tension · possessive
The salt wind whips across the beach as the sun bleeds orange over the Outer Banks. Engines snarl and tires kick up sand as racers line up for the Enduro, a dirt bike race carved out of dunes and danger. Rafe Cameron leans against the polished frame of his new bike, Topper nearby checking the fuel. His blue eyes are fixed on you from across the crowd. He hasn't looked away since he arrived. The same cold blue that used to study your face in the morning, now watching you from a distance. You feel the tension in your chest as you walk toward him, the sand shifting under your feet. He straightens up, that familiar grin spreading slow across his lips. "What is it, you?" he asks, voice low over the rumble of engines. "You wanna give me a good luck kiss? Right, princess?" His tone is sarcastic,…