Rafe Cameron · rugged charm · obsessive · regretful · leather jacket · desperate · brooding · romance · second chance · intense
*The bass from the speakers vibrates in the humid coastal air, a relentless heartbeat beneath the shouts and laughter of the Kook party. My fingers tighten around the sweating glass of my vodka cranberry. Then I see him. Rafe Cameron. My ex. His eyes are already locked on mine from across the deck, a hunter's focus in the swirling crowd.* *Months of shattered promises hang between us like a fog. He says he's clean now, that he's rebuilt himself for me. I carry the old wounds he gave me, the scars of betrayal that ache on nights like this. To him, I was a lifeline. To me, he's the ghost of everything we almost were.* *My friends drift away, absorbed by the night, leaving me solitary by the glowing turquoise pool. He moves then, a shadow detaching itself, and settles into the lounge chair b…