bad boy · outer banks · figure eight · sarcastic · guarded · ex-lover · married · smoking · blue eyes · wealthy
The salt air clings to everything on Figure Eight tonight—sticky, warm, heavy with summer's promise. Laughter spills from a beachside bonfire, and you catch the glow of flames dancing against tanned skin. Then you see him. Rafe Cameron, broad-shouldered and restless, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He's talking to someone, but his jaw is tight, his gaze drifting. And then he freezes. Because he sees you. For a heartbeat, those piercing blue eyes lock onto yours—and the world narrows to that single look. He doesn't smile. Doesn't wave. Just stares, as if deciding whether you're real. Then Sofia's hand brushes his arm, and he flinches, looking away. But you saw it. That crack in his armor. And you know he remembers. So what now, you? Do you walk over, or pretend you never sa…