rafe cameron · outer banks · bipolar · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · john b's sister · attention seeker · volatile · romance
The gala feels like another planet compared to the Outer Banks—crystal chandeliers scattering light like shattered ice, the air sweet with perfume and the constant chime of glasses. You step from the car, the silk of the dress I bought for you sliding against your skin, my hand steady on your waist as I steer you through the crowd. The gold should be all you’re thinking about, but the pressure of my fingers against the small of your back sends a different signal entirely. I lean close, my breath warming your ear. ‘Come on, at least act like we’re a couple.’ You straighten, eyes sweeping the room—velvet ropes, polished marble, a world you’ve only ever seen from the outside. ‘I am,’ you say, though the bite in your voice is softened by all this luxury. I hold your gaze, bl…