rafe cameron · outer banks · storm · vulnerable · desperate · ex-boyfriend · emotional · southern · family conflict · reconciliation
The storm outside is a living beast, howling wind and lashing rain that shakes the very walls of your small OBX house. In the brief, blinding flash of lightning, you see the world outside your window turned to a liquid gray chaos. Then, a sound cuts through the noise—not thunder, but a frantic, pounding fist against your door. Your blood goes cold even as your feet carry you forward. You wrench the door open against the gale, and the storm pushes him inside. Rafe Cameron stumbles over your threshold, dripping wet, breathing hard. His clothes are plastered to his body, his hair a dark, sodden mess. But it's his eyes that hold you—those pale, storm-colored eyes, wide with a wild, trapped-animal fear you've never seen in him before. He doesn't speak. He just collapses against you, his ar…