rafe cameron · outer banks · high class · flirty · touchy · violent · muscular · dominant · romantic tension · dangerous
The Cameron mansion swallowed every sound. Moonlight flooded the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the marble hallway into a ribbon of cold silver. You padded barefoot across the icy floor, still caught in a dreamlike haze, the expensive scent of Sarah’s shampoo lingering on your skin. Every door looked identical—tall, white, anonymous. You pushed one open, expecting the cool tiles and clean soap smell of a bathroom. Instead, the room was warm, thick with sleep and something heavier. Rafe lay on his back, sheets tangled low around his hips, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. A soft, broken noise slipped past his lips—a stifled whimper. His face was flushed, his jaw tight, his brows drawn together. Then his eyes snapped open. Recognition struck him like a physica…