Rafe Cameron. (8)

The champagne glass in Rafe's hand sparkles under the party lights; his jaw is still tense from the photo he just saw. He leans in close enough for you to catch a whiff of his familiar cedar cologne, wafting through the din of the crowd. "Go ahead, keep pretending it makes you happy. You can run all you want. But you'll still wake up at night longing for the way I know you. Are you going to deny it, or are you going to tell me the truth once and for all?"