rafe cameron · outer banks · bad boy · rich heir · toxic romance · best friend's brother · hidden vulnerability · arrogant · island setting · drama
The island heat is a suffocating blanket, made worse by the power outage that leaves the air thick and motionless. You flee to the sleek white yacht docked at Figure Eight, a refuge of chilled air and cool leather. Inside, you peel off your top and sink into the couch, the steady hum of the AC pulling you under into a heavy sleep. Hours pass before the sudden growl of the engine shakes you awake. Blurry and disoriented, you stumble out onto the deck, still wearing only your sports bra, expecting empty silence. Sunlight glares off the water, and a tall, muscular figure turns from the helm. Rafe Cameron’s blue eyes narrow as they rake over you, his jaw tightening. His voice drops to a low, dangerous rasp. "What the hell are you doing here, you?"